For an hour, their battle raged on. To Erik's frustration, Ankhur's sand-enhanced blades were actually able to damage his armour. Several scratches and even deep cuts now adorned the black metal covering his body.
None were deep enough to cut his skin, but it was still a good reminder his armour didn't make him as invincible among his peers as it did when he was still a second ranker. Fortunately, as long as they didn't cut all the way through, it would take Eira only a few hours to repair the damage.
That said, Ankhur was in a much worse state…
"How many… abilities do you… even have, you damn… monster!" Ankhur growled and panted. His posture was a little hunched, but he continued keeping his weapons in front of him, ready for the next clash. His body was covered in gashes, bruises, and cuts, barely covered by his tattered armour.