Darce took a deep breath and released it. That release of breath was the queue to charge. The swords clashed, making sounds loud enough for anyone to hear, but the sizzling fire behind Darce quickly drowned them. The burning smell of wood and hay filled their noses, making breathing harder. However, this did not show in their expression.
The body was moving too slowly for both sides. Darce swung his sword, defending himself from the clashes. He dodges one and conflicts with the other. These opponents were not easy to take down as they moved away in the wind as soon as they made the attack. Darce stayed in his position, ensuring he did not put too much pressure on his body. The fire removed the oxygen around them as it slowly burned towards them.