The Bajan lowered the sharp rusted edge of his sword and jabbed the wicked points towards Lord Mordian's throat.
He ducked the effort, aiming his dagger at the side of the Bajan causing him to groan lightly. Meanwhile Lord Mordian stepped backwards to avoid being exposed to further blows from the Bajan.
However with that time and space Lord Mordian counted himself lucky to have found a sword on the floor.
He picked it up and made his stance looking prepared for the possible blows the Bajan will throw at him.
Lord Mordian could not doubt the fact that the dragon egg he held at his side was a burden to him in this struggle for survival against the Bajan but he knew the great risk that would be posed on his country if he had let it slip, even for a second.
The Bajan rubbed his side which received the impact of Lord Mordian's dagger and with vengeful anger he looked at his blue blood stained hand.