He dodged.
He blocked when he couldn't dodge, using his divine energy to absorb impacts that would have killed a normal being. He retreated, circling the cavern's edge, looking for any advantage he could find.
There was none.
Vaskaroth was too experienced and too skilled. The Guardian had fought gods before, and not all those gods had win, and even though it was only the shadow of itself, the bastard this is still strong!
Whatever tricks Galthor might try, Vaskaroth had probably seen them a thousand times.
But Vaskaroth hadn't seen Galthor's new powers.
"You fight well for something so young," the Guardian said, pausing in its assault. Its golden eyes studied Galthor with what might have been respect. "Most would have died by now. You have potential."
"I'm just getting started."
