"So, Azuralis, what happened to all that swagger? Don't tell me you're already out of energy. What a disappointment…" Isabelle mocks.
The sword she created to replace the previous one is even bigger and heavier than the one Rudeor broke. And yet, her speed doesn't suffer in the slightest.
"Me, out of energy? Don't talk bullshit, damned vampire!"
Rudeor counters with a violent punch, knocking aside Isabelle's slash. Sparks burst as his knuckles crash against the edge of her blade.
The situation has completely reversed — now he's the one on the defensive.
Isabelle brings down another fast, powerful vertical slash, but Rudeor intercepts it, catching the blade between his hands.
He tightens his grip, trying to shatter it as well, but only manages to crack it slightly.
Isabelle pours even more strength into the strike. The blade slips from his grasp and continues downward, cutting into his chest and down to his abdomen.
