Back to the past. End

Jerome swung his sword, Zafira barely dodged the swift deadly blow.

She held the cursed sword in defense and parried his every strike.

Kelvin noticed several opportunities for Zafira to strike back, yet she remained on the defensive.

Jerome tried a new strategy, leaping high, he slashed at the air, sending waves of deadly magical light down at Zafira.

Her wings quickly propelled her aloft to avoid the barrage that ravaged the ground where she had stood.

The fight resumed in the air, swords clashing together, torrents of magic blasting at one another. Neither side gave way.

They met head on, their cold blades and hot eyes tangled together.

Zafira unexpectedly backed off as Jerome’s sword whiffed inches in front of her.

He was caught off balance, and Zafira delivered a kick to his chest that hurled him toward the ground.

She rushed toward him, their bodies plummeting to earth like a meteorite.