His blade flowed in a series of disciplined arcs, forcing the Mirefang warrior to defend instead of attack. His footwork was grounded, each step planted firmly.
The saber user was gradually pushed back. But then his eyes sharpened.
He intentionally allowed a shallow cut to slice across his upper arm. The sword user took that as an opening and advanced decisively.
However, that was a mistake as the Mirefang warrior rotated his wrist sharply, redirecting his saber at an unnatural angle.
Instead of retreating, he stepped in. The curved blade slipped past the sword's guard.
A brutal diagonal slash cut across the Ragh'Tal warrior's chest, spraying blood lightly.
The sword user staggered backward, his weapon trembling in his hand.
The wound was deep. Though it wasn't a fatal one, it was serious enough for a friendly competition like this.
He attempted to raise his blade again, but dropped to one knee.
"Enough." Old Ni's eyes narrowed and ended the match.
