The fight erupted from there. Blades collided again and again in a flurry of movement. Each strike came fast and powerful, neither man was willing to give the other even the smallest advantage. Falein pressed forward aggressively, his attacks heavy and relentless, while the champion matched him precisely.
Gasps rippled through the crowd when the champion's blade swept dangerously close to Falein's throat.
A heartbeat later, Falein countered with a savage downward strike that nearly split the man's shoulder.
Both of them moved with practiced agility, dodging, blocking, and striking with deadly intent.
Several times their blades came so close to landing a crippling blow that the watching crowd collectively held its breath.
Sweat began to bead along Falein's brow as the fight stretched on. His muscles burned with the effort of each swing, yet the fury driving him forward never wavered.
Then the champion saw his opening.
