"Come on, show me more of your tricks!" Kyros barked just as they both let go of their weapons, sword and glaive meeting in the space between them.
They were both sent flying back in different directions from the force of the blow, Eliron's feet digging into the ground as he came to a stop.
He was about to charge forward when he saw Kyros a few feet away from him, his polearm lashing out like a whip.
Eliron's blade met the steel shaft of the pole arm, and yet again, he felt immense weight behind it as he deflected it to the side.
The man was like a wall!
Kyros pulled the butt of the polearm back, then grabbed it at the middle, spinning the glaive so fast that it formed after images as he lashed out at Eliron.
Sparks coloured the night in shades of blue and gold as both fighters danced through the forest, weapons clashing at inconceivable speeds.
The glaive flew right at Eliron's face and he leaned back, kicking Kyro's arm in a way that distorted the target.
