"You think you can hold me here?"
Dracula's voice boomed, reverberating through the underground as dust rained from the ceiling.
Across from him, half-embedded into the jagged stone wall, the cloaked figure stirred. Blood trailed down her chin as she spit to the ground, her hand tightening on the hilt of her curved blade.
"It's not that I think…"
She stomped her foot into the rock and launched herself forward, cloak snapping like a whip.
"It's that I can."
In a heartbeat, she was before him. Her blade curved in a downward arc, ready to cut him off, but Dracula caught it with his clawed hand, and sparks flew as it touched the metal.
Ssll~
Suddenly, another curved blade appeared in her free hand as she slashed horizontally straight to his gut.
Chucckk!
It cut through his hips almost to the mid, however, Dracula just sneered, "Not bad", twisting his wrist, almost breaking. Bone creaked under his own strength, and his grin widened as if the pain amused him.
