Returning Memories

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A horrifying aura rose from within the dust of the prior strike. It resembled a demon seeking blood with undisclosed hatred. Three claw marks swiped the dust away, revealing Typhir with bloodthirsty eyes.

"Heh, good strike. Now it's my turn," Typhir said in a dark tone, cracking his neck at the same time. He then stepped towards the two, swinging his sword once. Despite the distance between them, an alarm rang in the Spirit's mind.

He dodged to the side, yet still felt the strike's residual presence. As he rubbed his finger against his chest plate, there was a small scratch upon it. The Spirit looked at Typhir with intrigue.

"I thought I dodged that, but it seems I was incorrect. What do you call that?" The Spirit inquired.

"Your demise," Typhir responded, swinging his weapon yet again. An identical feeling engulfed the Spirit, causing him to repeat his actions. Unsurprisingly, yet another scratch appeared on the Spirit's chest.