As Kassie sparkled to life behind me, the two of us clashed. His longsword fell on me—I sidestepped it and lunged with one of my daggers held in reverse grip. He raised his sword quickly and deflected it.
I was moving again.
I twirled sharply, tried to get into his guard, but he shifted his blade to block. I turned back, using my other dagger. His hands came quick—caught my wrist mid-strike.
I flashed him a wicked grin and brought my free hand around, dagger angling for his ribs. With a longsword, his positioning to block or counter was all wrong.
But the bastard.
He didn't even look bothered. He merely stared at me with cold, empty eyes and brought his leg up, kicking straight into my chest and launching me backward.
He gripped his sword with both hands and lunged at me, grinning.
"Is it that difficult to move your summon while trying to fight for your life?"
He smashed down against my crossed daggers, his grin bordering on insanity.
