The whip whacked across the room and Azaroth jumped nimbly to the side, flinching as it got close to his eyes. The fire whip slammed into the wooden floor with the force of a large hammer, sending burning splinters flying.
Azaroth's grip on his sword tightened, his palm was slick with sweat but he still gripped the sword with one hand. That was his style anyway, fighting one handed.
Two whips flashed as one, quick as shadow but they were not targeting Stallus or Azaroth. Catena swerved to avoid one but the other got him on the right shoulder, immediately wrenching his shoulder from its socket and ripped through his clothes until a vivid burn mark in the shape of the whip was visible.
Stallus winced as she heard the popping sound of dislocating her shoulder. "That will hurt."
Catena grunted, looking at his now limp shoulder, he closed his eyes and collapsed on the floor, burn and all.
