"So you're coming to me?" Aziz sneered.
Amon didn't answer. He swung his sword.
Darkness surged from his sword in a heavy arc. Aziz raised his blade, fire roaring as he blocked.
BOOM!
The collision shook the ground. Aziz was pushed back a step. Amon pressed in immediately.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Their weapons clashed in rapid succession. Aziz's strikes were powerful and precise, carrying years of experience. Every swing aimed to kill. Flames exploded with each motion. They wanted to burn Amon to ashes.
Amon met them head-on. His sword danced, darkness flowing naturally with each movement.
Shadows reinforced his limbs, his body moving faster than before. Fast enough to keep up, barely. Aziz still had the upper hand.
Aziz thrust forward, fire bursting from the tip of his blade.
Amon twisted aside, but the explosion still caught him, sending him skidding across the ground. He dug his hatchet into the earth to stop himself, coughing as smoke filled his lungs.
