Their exchanged blows continued, the tempo accelerating. What had started as measured combat became increasingly violent, their bodies moving almost too fast for even the trained eyes of the assembled clans to fully track.
El'ran's blade grew brighter, accumulating magical energy as he continued to channel power through it. He was testing Jorghan, pushing him, trying to force a reaction that would reveal his true capabilities.
Jorghan obliged him with a mistake.
A small one, nothing that would actually endanger him, but enough to look like a genuine error. He was a moment too slow blocking a downward strike, let the blade grazed his shoulder, allowing blood to flow freely from the wound.
El'ran's entire demeanour shifted.
His attacks became more aggressive, more committed, no longer searching but executing with absolute confidence in victory.
