Clang.
Hex parried the lightning-fast strikes of Althea. Each strike was fast and explosive.
'She is truly good.' Hex gritted his teeth as he was put on the defensive.
Althea wasn't holding back. Her movements were nimble and unpredictable.
Hex stood vexed.
'I can keep up with the speed and the strength is manageable but the attacks come from everywhere.'
Althea's moved like a phantom. If Hex blocked the attack coming from the front, she followed up from the back or top. Within a blink.
The spear was fast and moved like a snake. Althea moved it as she willed. Sometimes it was flexible and soft, other times it was straight and hard.
Hex defended relentlessly. Whenever he was unable to block, he used his cloak to stop the spear.
After a while, Hex noticed her beginning to slow down. Her attacks weren't as unpredictable anymore.
'She is getting tired.'
