Orcelt stared at his enemy, showing no obvious emotion, only concentration. He focused solely on his enemy; that was the path he had followed. The blades of Orcelt's dables were covered in sharp demonic energy.
Dimas had tried to heal the wound on his face, but the residual demonic energy left by Orcelt prevented him.
Dimas sighed, feeling some frustration. He had lineage, his enemy was a commoner, and yet he was forced to use the power of his crimson sword.
Dimas jumped, and Orcelt couldn't follow his movements.
Cut!
Blood!
Orcelt recoiled, but a horizontal cut had blinded him. Now he was bleeding, but even so, his demonic energy did not fluctuate.
Cut!
Blood!
Orcelt's remaining wing was cut off.
Dimas wanted to humiliate Orcelt; he felt it was his right to do so, so he jumped to sever one of Orcelt's arms.
Bang!
A shockwave spread out the instant Orcelt's sabers collided with Dimas' crimson sword.
