[Third Person].
Draven did not hesitate. He retaliated instantly, speed colliding with speed.
His claws sliced through the air where her throat had been a heartbeat earlier. The impact of their blows cracked the stone beneath their feet.
They were evenly matched—at first. Draven's movements were precise, powerful and controlled.
Estella smiled through the clash, then she disappeared. She reappeared at his flank, slashing, but he blocked it.
She disappeared once more, this time reappearing behind him and giving him a kick. He staggered but regained his balance immediately.
The hall filled with the thunder of movement too fast for the eye to follow. Pillars cracked. The throne platform splintered at the edges.
Draven narrowed his gaze. Indeed, Estella was not like the others. He had fought many vampires before, but Estella was colder, sharper, faster, and stronger.
Just then, Estella drove Draven backwards, forcing him across the hall. Every strike carried calculated cruelty.
