Broken Sword

Step. Step. Step.

Zayne stepped slowly forward, the ice breaking beneath his feet while faint smoke emanated from his hands. Rare drops of blood fell from his wounds, but it was only proof that he had succeeded.

The girl jumped back, closer to the mage, and asked, "How much mana do you have left?"

"Enough for one powerful spell if necessary." The man replied confidently as he narrowed his eyes.

"Fine." The girl nodded, "In that case, use it all on me. I can handle it if I'm fast enough."

The mage looked at her intently, not wanting to waste all his mana, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, now that he's left unarmed, I definitely can." The girl said seriously, clutching her blades tightly.

The man sighed, shook his head, and struck his staff to the ground, "It seems I have no other choice. The outcome of the entire battle depends on you, don't let me down."