Abaddon growled and followed up with a horizontal slash aimed for Arkanos's neck. The blade connected—but SCRIIIIING!—it skidded harmlessly off his skin, as though striking an unbreakable wall.
"This… this is impossible."
"That makes two." Arkanos said with his piercing gaze.
Abaddon hissed. But he didn't stop. He adjusted his stance and brought both swords down in an overhead strike with all his strength. The ground beneath them cracked and split from the sheer force of the blow.
SPLINTER!
One of the swords shattered on impact, shards of the blade scattering into the air and embedding themselves into the ground. Abaddon staggered back, clutching the broken hilt.
"What… what just happened?" he whispered, staring at the remains of his weapon.
Arkanos glanced at the shattered fragments, his expression as calm as ever.
"It seems the craftsmanship of your weapons leaves much to be desired… And that's three."
