A crimson blade weaved itself into existence.
"You seem quite proficient with a blade. So I thought to myself, 'Why not fight you with one?'. So let's see how skilled you are." Minerva giggled like a little girl.
She leaned forward and with a thought, shot off to Logan.
He lifted his blade and it met hers with sparks.
Gripping his blade, space slightly flickered around it before a massive pain struck Logan's sacral vertebrae.
His muscle memory had almost been his own undoing.
He had almost cast Dark Space and luckily, it had failed. If it hadn't, he would have doomed himself.
Ignoring the pain associated with the failed attempt, he jumped back and used his body enchantment.
Shadows coated his blade and turned it pitch black.
"So that's how you were able to sense my attempt. You have shadow magic. I haven't seen one of your kind in about a decade." Minerva said absentmindedly.
'Shadow magic users?' Logan took a mental note as he prepared for her next assault.
