When the two blades crashed, a shockwave erupted, sending dust and rubble flying as the two seemed to have been locked in a stalemate.
Before that illusion shattered. Slowly, microfractures spread across the dark blade conjured by Ulric before shattering into wisps of darkness.
Instantly after, Orros' blade swiped through unimpeded across Ulric's chest, sending him flying back into the distance.
Remaining standing, Ulric groaned slightly as his head lowered to inspect the damage, his face growing a little grave as he looked across his upper robe.
A huge tear ran through it, revealing a deep gashing wound slashing across his chest as blood flowed freely.
If he had reacted a little bit late, he would have been slashed in half by now.
The sheer thought caused him to inhale a cold breath as his head slowly shook. When he faced the crimson blade, all he felt was overwhelming power bathed in death energy.
