"Hmph! You got lucky the first time!" Aelira snorted as the wind screeched behind her. The massive hammer missing Ulric's face within barely a few inches.
"Luck has no part in this," Ulric breathed, watching Aelira charge at him as a battle cry tore from her lips.
Bringing her hammer crashing down toward his head, but just like the last time, his figure vanished, her hammer smashing to the ground, burrowing fissures for tens of metres.
When the dust settled, it revealed an enraged expression plastered across her face as her eyes settled on the black-robed youth, a blank expression on his face.
Why wasn't he fighting back!? she screamed mentally as her eyes narrowed, lifting her hammer as she charged again, the frustration welling up inside her.
At the side, Ulric exhaled softly as his eyes darted all across the makeshift battlefield. If he wanted, he could supposedly easily end this fight by brute-forcing his way out of it.
