In a mighty s***h, the dragon’s titanic sword descended, the air parting in white streams under the sheer force of the attack. But Hadjar, undeterred, simply raised the flat of his Blue Blade, allowing his opponent’s sword to slide down it like a boulder across the thin edge of a slope.
Moving with incredible speed and agility, he lurched forward, spinning through the air like a hawk diving in for the kill. His target was the junction of Gardagrag’s breastplate and helmet. But the dragon reacted quickly, jerking his shoulder at the last second to avoid the fatal blow. The Blue Blade struck and sparks flashed along the dragon’s armor, but nothing more.
The battle raged on, with flashes of steel, the roar of the ice, and the howling of the wind all blending together in a deadly dance of
