The response came without so much as a moment of hesitation. Alaric's eyes narrowed as he listened, in his eyes, the demon general displayed petulance.
"That's what separates us." Alaric said, dropping his sword slowly to his side.
"And that's why you'll always be weak." Morbius scuffed, then he vanished, a puff of dust and a crack in the earth left in his absence.
But Alaric reacted instantly.
CLANG!
The chained sickle of Pyrus collided with his huge blade, then Morbius struck again.
Then again, and again. The demon general attacked like a madman, swinging the sickle from impossible angles while the chain whipped around the battlefield like a living creature.
Alaric remained calm, partying every one of Morbius' attacks with grace. He danced across the broken floor, his sword moving with practiced precision.
Both warriors were pushing themselves to their limits.
Morbius swung low, forcing Alaric to jump, dodging yet another attack from the grotesque looking demon.
