Darius looked at Strax, still furious, his eyes blurred with madness already burning, whatever he had taken was worsening the effects. He began sweating profusely. His body was already starting to give out, yet even after giving everything and sacrificing his body, he was still beneath Strax.
"Why! Why do you continue to be the annoying ant!" He roared, advancing and grabbing his sword. As he swung horizontally in an attempt to strike Strax, it was deflected effortlessly by Strax's practiced movements.
The blows were heavy, but if redirected correctly, he wouldn't feel any damage. Strax had completely dominated the battle, even as this frenzied man tried to attack him in every possible way.
