"How long it's been since I fought someone who could match me!" the Shaman yelled between attacks. "The last three worlds we conquered had no mages this strong! I'm genuinely having fun!"
Elena didn't respond verbally but her flames burned hotter in answer, cycling from white flames toward blue while the heat became so intense that the pavement started to melt beneath her feet.
The Shaman noticed and his grin widened. "You're a true warrior," he said. "Someone worthy of dying in battle. I'll remember your name when you're dead."
Then he stopped playing defensive and went on the offensive properly.
He manifested a blade of dark energy in his free hand, a sword made of necrotic magic that drained life on contact, and charged at Elena directly.
They clashed at close range.
