Dance of Blades

I have no time to answer. I lunge at him, and the warm air in the room hits my face as my feet slide across the stone. Sweat is already beginning to gather at the back of my neck, and a few strands of my hair have come loose from the braid, sticking to my temples.

Kaelith blocks my first strike with Samael, and the clash of the blades sends a sharp vibration through me and all the way to my should