Celeste feinted a high swing, forcing Esthia to raise her scythe, then pivoted on her heel, delivering a passionate kick to Esthia's knee.
"You're predictable," Celeste muttered, profiting on the vampire's stagger by thrusting her glaive toward her unprotected side.
But Esthia anticipated it, letting her body dissolve into mist as the glaive passed through. "Am I?" her echoing voice was as annoying as it could get. Which was highly annoying if you didn't know.
A glaive was a weapon that not many people from the race used since spears, they all thought, were better. But to some, glaive offered a more versatile use at the cost of having to train more. Celeste was on of the people who trained their whole body to the breaking point every day.
The flame on her blade began to burn brightly, and her wound had stopped bleeding, although not healed.
