Seraphina's sword met Cain's claws in a shower of sparks and black ichor that hissed where it hit the ground. The impact cracked the earth beneath them. She moved like living lightning, wings flaring wide as she spun, blade carving a bright arc that forced Cain to leap back. He landed in a crouch, crimson eyes burning, then surged forward again with speed that blurred his form into a streak of shadow and blood.
Around them the constructed realm had become a slaughterhouse.
