He parried the first strike, deflected the second, and almost dropped his blade on the third. The tail saved him, and the membranous wings blocked the fourth and fifth strikes.
The sixth cut him deep from shoulder to sternum, the seventh would have pierced his left thigh if not for Raptor blocking it. The Golem was too light for the Titania, one hit was enough to blow him away.
Trouble blocked the seventh, giving Lith the time he so desperately needed to regain his balance. Golden lightning crackled along Ragnarök's blade, allowing him to stop the final three blows.
Yet when the sequence ended, another one was ready to start, and Lith's breathing was ragged. His right arm lay lower than needed, tired of the weight of the blade. His chest heaved, his shoulders hunched in fatigue.
'Again!' Uryn ordered, and the rest of the Awakened joined the fight.
