Back to the past. End
Jerome swung his sword, Zafira barely dodged
the swift deadly blow.
She held the cursed sword in defense and parried his every strike.
Kelvin noticed several opportunities for Zafira to strike back, yet she remained on the defensive.
Jerome tried a new strategy, leaping high, he slashed at the air, sending waves of deadly magical light down at Zafira.
Her wings quickly propelled her aloft to avoid the barrage that ravaged the ground where she had stood.
The fight resumed in the air, swords clashing
together, torrents of magic blasting at one another.
Neither side gave way.
They met head on, their cold blades and hot eyes
tangled together.
Zafira unexpectedly backed off, Jerome’s sword
whiffed inches in front of her.
He was caught off balance, and Zafira delivered a kick to his chest that hurled him toward the ground.
She arrowed toward him, their bodies plummeted
to earth like a meteorite.