Trystan released the useless weapon hanging in mid-air and threw himself to the ground. He felt the breeze as the woman’s sword swung over his head, narrowly missing him. His own blade clanged to the ground a short distance away.
He rolled, trying to dodge the next blow as it slammed into the ground close to his head. His hand shot out trying to grab the sword, only to have it yanked away by more magic.
That’s right, keep using it up.
He leapt to his feet and whirled while the woman was preparing for another swing. Throwing himself forward he ducked under her arm and dashed to the side, hoping to reach his sword before she could cast more magic. With one swift movement he fell to his knees and slid along the ground the last couple of feet, grabbing up his sword in the process. He turned
