Arthur's blade collided with the Sheepman's sword, the impact sending a cascade of brilliant sparks erupting into the air between them. The knight's steel produced a wealth of light that Arthur's shadow-infused weapon seemed to devour hungrily, the darkness coalescing along its edge drinking in the sparks like fuel for some greater purpose.
The collision lasted only seconds. Arthur, teeth bared in a feral grimace, pushed his full body weight into his weapon, pressing hard against the gleaming steel of the Sheepman's blade. With his muscles straining beneath torn clothing, Arthur saw his opportunity. Using the pressed-together blades as a makeshift springboard, he kicked off from the ground with explosive force, propelling himself high into the air above his headless opponent.
