Battle III

Puch!

My sword pierced into the chest of the Crockman, while it looked at me in horror before it disappeared.

Hun!

It had just disappeared when I felt the powerful attack from behind and moved to dodge it immediately.

Rip!

I was not fast enough, and the sword grazed my back. Giving me a gruesome injury. 

It is freezing. So much that I felt like it would freeze me to a popsicle, and it might have if it was not for my energies acting to contain the energies from the attack.

I turned back and moved my sword to defend myself from another attack.

CLANNG!

My sword clashed against the icy-blue sword of the Lizardman. The lizardman had icy blue scales and dark blue horns. I had fought Icy Lizardmen before, but this is not from that tribe.