On A Mountain Of Corpses

My attack struck true and the flames even truer. The [Poison Priest] could only just narrowly block or dodge with his life on the line.

Wherever my sword went in its beautiful arching motion, my infernal flames and the sound of my feet tapping smoothly on the ground followed and whenever the priest blocked my flames would flow towards him and force him to run.

That was the difference between me and him, I was immune to his poison and he was weak to my flames.

"I must say for a sword art I'm developing in the back of my head it's beautiful. A real waltz of the flame." I said in the middle of battle.

"The sword does not work like this! What manner of strange sword art is this?! Ugh!" The priest was under pressure from my attacks and could only barely hold on because he was several ranks above me in the sword. Ranks that my far superior body could replace and push him to the edge.