Our clash was a dance of opposing forces. My White sword coated in a serene grey light, met Evan's blade bathed in crimson gold light.
I wasn't really the best at melee combat, I could at least hold my own long enough to keep him busy and give me time to prepare spells—is what I originally thought but I quickly realised how much of a herculean task that was.
Evan's sword strikes were fast, heavy and precise, all aimed for vitals and primed to deal as much damage as possible.
Supersonic clashes echoed through the air as we flew, breaking through the rubble of the buildings destroyed earlier by Evan.
We hurled powerful magic spells at each other, each strike threatening to crumble the already ruined structures beneath us.
I summoned my magic power to aid me as fast as I could, attempting to conjure a spell of fire but Evan's sword sliced through my spell circles before I could even finish the casting process.