Lord Magnus, with an almost serene composure, danced through the storm of blades, effortlessly avoiding each strike with calculated precision. His movements were a stark contrast to Arenthor's wild, unbridled attacks.
"Your anger blinds you, Arenthor," Lord Magnus calmly stated, his voice carrying a note of warning. "Such fury is a double-edged sword. It may grant you strength, but it leaves you vulnerable to a more composed adversary."
Arenthor, fueled by frustration and wounded pride, intensified his assault. Dark energy emanated from his remaining sword, swirling around like a tempest. The air crackled with the volatile power as he swung the blade with relentless determination.
Lord Magnus, recognizing the danger in Arenthor's empowered strikes, focused on a defensive strategy. He gracefully deflected each blow, using minimal effort to redirect the force of the attacks.
"You think you can defeat me with such feeble defenses?" Arenthor sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.
