Xarath brandished his mace, a massive weapon that whistled through the air with every swing. He struck with all the strength in his arms, aiming for the crimson-eyed man. The latter dodged the blow with disconcerting ease, instantly closing the distance between them.
Despite his intense duel, Xarath kept part of his attention on the other man, the one capable of splitting into avatars. Although this man did not interfere in their fight, his stillness was far from reassuring. He seemed disinterested, observing the scene like a curious spectator.
That attitude quelled Xarath's fears but fueled his rage. To be ignored like that was a humiliation.
Suddenly, he spun around, his body pulling the mace into a wide circular swing. But it was a feint. Abruptly changing the weapon's trajectory, he aimed for his opponent's side.
