“Attack me!” Phantom screamed. His ferocious, dark eyes blazed, and he held his powerful arms out wide. A thin, wiry man flung his sword at him with as much force as he could muster. There was a loud clang of metal as it was swept aside. “Pathetic! Attack me properly, Anathema, and mean it!”
The swords clashed with immense force, sparks flying. They pulled their weapons apart, and threw themselves into the next swing, grunting with the effort. Phantom grinned with malice and swung his immense broadsword in a vicious downwards strike. Anathema jumped to the side, narrowly missed by the descending blade. He returned a fast counterthrust but it was parried easily. He frowned and lunged again, determination etched on his face. He allowed his hatred to consume him, to give him strength and foc
