Then the Black Bride floated upward with the momentum, rolling and slashing her longsword at Malin time and again.
Malin parried repeatedly until he was finally sent flying by the heaviest blow.
Upon landing, he had to roll to dissipate the force. Malin stood up, with divine energy shining from his hands, healing the wound on his left arm—The last slash had completely thrown him off balance, and his left arm had been sliced open. To prevent Negative Energy from eroding his flesh, Malin chose to heal himself.
"You must die," the Black Bride's whisper echoed once more as she leaped from the void, rolling and flying toward Malin again.
With the experience from the previous attack, Malin attempted to sidestep the flurry, but the Black Bride turned in midair, her horizontal slash breaking through his defense. As Malin lost his balance, he saw the Black Bride adjusting her stance once more, forming a thrust in her hands.
"Die," her whisper resonated as if directly in his ear.
