Abhartach attempts a jab towards the opponent in front of him, the soldier parries with its mace and redirects Abhartach to the left side and temporarily, Abhartach loses his balance. The soldier jumps from where his feet were implanted and roars sharply. He swings his mace down, going for the kill. He doesn't falter, he was bred for war. The Fomorians are a fearsome race.
Abhartach recovers his stance and pulls out a silver dagger with runes drawn on it. It looks identical to the one in the basement.
Ping!
The weapons clash, Abhartach is forced back a few paces. The Soldier charges at Abhartach again, relentless, ferocious strike after strike. Abhartach dodges each of them swiftly, no mistake, completely flawless in his movement. His eyes stay fixed on the soldier as he brandishes his
