When Fletcher lunged forward to take advantage of the fact that the ice arrow had struck his opponent's left shoulder, Victor easily broke free of the ice and deftly spun his sword, slicing through the air and pushing Fletcher backward as his sword struck Fletcher's dagger.
The scarred man gritted his teeth as he was forced to retreat.
"Did you really think you could corner me that easily, man?" Victor asked with a slight smile on his lips as he whirled his sword around.
Fletcher ran the dagger against his bracelet as if to sharpen it. "You will pay to let me to die, Victor."
Then Alaria, the archer, shot another arrow in Victor's direction. Fletcher used this to move forward.
