Clang!
Theo strained to parry the blow from Beric's sword. Despite his rapid improvement, the gaping wounds in his side were a cruel equalizer, tipping the scales back in Beric's favor.
"Woo!"
"Beric, you alright?" Ian called out.
Beric glanced back, a savage grin splitting his face. "Yeah, yeah. So quit yappin', Master."
He spat, a bloody glob, but if he said he was fine, who was going to argue? He lunged at Theo again, a whirlwind of steel, his sword tracing a wide arc, seeking a vital point with relentless precision.
Clang! Clang!
"Count!"
Theo, barely dodging the attacks, still managed to worry about his master. The sight seemed to irritate Beric, his grin slowly fading.
Derga, throwing caution to the wind, charged at Ian again.
"Die, Ian!"
Whoosh! Swish!
