The battle of sword might - 2

She didn't understand why Aragon wasn't calling his dragon. If the dragon had been present, the battle would have had a better outcome. Then, seeing the faces of those who were staring at battle, she could guess Aragon's intentions.

They were all surprised greatly, and this battle would make them realize what they were up against.

But it wasn't over.

Azrael was struck to the ground, emerged from the crator, and moved up in the air.

Azrael's piercing gaze remained fixed on Aragon, his ethereal form hovering just above the ground. The air around him seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy, creating an almost tangible aura of power.

With a fluid gesture, he extended his hand, and as if conjured from the very fabric of reality, a long silver blade materialized in his grasp.