[Morwenna POV continued]
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I combine my two ring blades together to make one thicker one - that way the cuts it makes will be deeper and more severe. Seperately, the blades will barely graze the demon. For a big fella like this, I need to take my offence up a notch.
He throws out a bout of hideous hell magic, and I cleave it in two with my blade.
"One of the old bloods," the demon spoke with a voice that chills to the bones. "What power."
I could say the same about him. We are evenly matched.
A punch to my face stuns me long enough for the demon to knock the blade from my grip and wrap its oily scaled fingers around my neck. His grip is brusing and it's expression is smug as he reaches up with his other hand towards my face. Suddenly the demon screeches in pain as the hand that is between us is pierced by a spike on the end of a chain.