Zavren's sword moved, clanking against Vrazen's. His lips curled upwards as he pushed harder, making Vrazen briefly move backward slightly, but his stamina held him. He leapt up as their swords clashed again. The place reeked of blood and dust.
Sparks flew.
Fire glistened along the blade as the unforgiving sun hit just right. There was no room for breathing. They slashed again, both leaping backward simultaneously.
None of them held the slightest hesitation to back down. Zavren didn't care how long it took—he was going to make sure every single vampire here was gone. He missed his wife and his little one; just the thought of them gave him more than enough energy, so he didn't even worry about anything else.
"All I need is your wife's blood, Zavren. Do you also have to be stingy, hmm?" Vrazen taunted as he was having fun with this, Zavren's expression remained neutral as they fought at inhuman speed.
