The collision of metal sent shockwaves reverberating through the dungeon, heavy sonic waves echoing as their weapons clashed. The ground beneath them trembled under the ferocity of their battle. Namior and Zarek's movements blurred into streaks of golden and blue light, resembling comets colliding mid-flight.
Zarek had matched Namior's speed, his eyes scanning for every opening. The stakes were too high; a single mistake could mean death. Both fighters remained vigilant, defending and counterattacking in perfect synchrony.
Then, it happened—a fleeting lapse in Namior's stance. Zarek's eyes sharpened, seizing the opportunity. He lunged, his blade arcing towards Namior's exposed side. The dungeon air filled with the deafening clang of metal on metal as sparks erupted from Namior's golden armor.
The attack failed.
