The momentary silence before the storm was shattered by a deafening scream of steel as Fredrinn lunged forward.
He was the first to attack.
He channeled his rage and determination into a single, fluid motion, swinging his sword in a horizontal arc toward the Black Knight's neck.
But the Knight was as if he had been anticipating this move for years.
Twisting his arm at an unnatural angle, he met the blow with his own black blade.
For an instant, the two swords paused, like two predators locked in combat.
And then a deadly waltz began.
Fredrinn pressed the attack, each blow heavier, faster than the last.
Their swords sang a lethal melody, glinting in the cathedral's dim light and scattering sparks with every clash.
In the midst of this hellish duel, Rose and Cassian were not idle.
Rose, wielding her staff like a conductor's baton, constantly harassed their opponent.
