Rama lunged toward the Supernatural named Vorthrun and immediately clashed with its rusted greatsword.
CLANG!
The sound rang through the cavern-like chambe like a bell struck by lightning. Despite the weapon's corroded appearance it was clearly still deadly and strong.
The sheer force behind Vorthrun's swing sent Rama's arms reeling backward, his Cinderfall blade groaning under the pressure.
He grit his teeth, barely holding his stance. Too strong, he realized. "That thing's strength is coming from something darker. I can feel it.
Rama pushed off to retreat, to reset the distance, but Vorthrun gave him no room. With chilling precision the skeletal warrior surged forward again and raising its massive sword for another killing attack.
"Shit! I can't dodge this!" Rama's thoughts screamed in his head. His body tensed and right now he can only get ready for the impact.
TWANG!
THUNK!
