The Promise of Dawn - Part 6

His sword slid down the length of Ingolsol's long blade, as the Dark God twisted it to angle the attack off to the side, but even as Dominus was falling, he was already throwing a low kick, using the momentum that Ingolsol had lent him, and spinning into his next attack.

His foot caught Ingolsol's calf. There was a thudding sound, like an axe into wood. From the grimace on Ingolsol's face, anyone could see how much it had hurt him. Again, the Dark God was forced to step back, on shaky feet.

It was quickly becoming clear where Dominus' advantage lay. His technique eclipsed Ingolsol's by order of magnitudes. The Dark God was good – far better than a man who had never trained in his life, but he was not the master swordsman that Dominus was. He could never hope to match that kind of efficiency.