Point-of-View: Argent Stryker
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I shot forward, swinging my blades across as a fireball came shooting towards me, dissipating it and putting on a burst of speed as I began to close in on my opponent.
He raised his Soul Weapon, which resembled a large butcher knife, and swung it down at me as I closed in.
I crossed my blades above to block his swing, a loud clang echoing out as his blade collided against mine, before I whipped my blades outward to push his weapon back, knocking him off balance and sending him stumbling back.
I then leapt towards him, slashing my left blade up and across at his wrists before he could regain his balance, an agonized cry of pain ringing out as I cut off his hands, before driving my other blade straight towards his neck, plunging it into his throat before I gave it a sharp twist and yanked it out.