Flexom pushed forward, his muscles tensing, and his eyes burning with fury. "You should've bowed when you had the chance," he snarled.
Horisia twisted her blade and shoved him back, her movements a blur. "I don't bow to thieves." She spun, bringing her sword down in a vertical strike. Flexom barely blocked, stumbling a step. Her blows came as fast and precise as lightning. Every swing forced him to guard or retreat.
She pressed her advantage, summoning a burst of light that cracked the ground beneath him. He countered with a wave of shadow, black mist surging from his free hand, but she tore through it, her blade glowing brighter. For every heavy strike he threw, she answered with two, weaving between his defenses, cutting through the air with her amplified strength.
Flexom gritted his teeth, deflecting another blow that sent a shudder through his arm. "You may have gotten your power from a goddess," he spat, "but you bleed like everyone else!"
