Serci charged forward, his sword arm poised to strike. He followed behind the ball of light, his eyes zeroing out on Raith’s muscled frame. The light hit Raith in the face, according to Serci’s careful calculation. A victorious smile crept across his face as he raised his arm to swing down onto his assailant. However, his eyes ran wide as the glowing ball simply dispersed as it collided with Raith. He stood motionless, a smile of anticipation on his face. Serci quickly dropped his sword arm, raising his shield in defense as Raith slammed his sword against Serci’s improvised guard sending a ring of steel through the warm air. A grunt escaped his lungs from his opponent’s attack, followed by a sharp pain that ran under his arm. His ribs felt wet, but immensely hot as blood began to flow from the wound.
“Tch.” Serci inhaled through clenched teeth before forcefully shoving Raith away with a push from his shield. He observed the palpale shadows that weaved through Raith’s fingers. A wave of regret washed over Serci as he acknowledged he had underestimated Raith’s intent on Serci’s death. The Sword of Eylisa began to glow, the aura forming a trail to Serci’s side as if hovered around the laceration. Through the light, he could see Raith’s demented smile, but more importantly the dim film over his eyes. Serci’s eyes furrowed in frustration as he silently criticized his self for making such a careless mistake. “Raith.” He called out, between ragged breaths. “I admit, I underestimated you.” He widened his stance, once again taking up an offensive position, refusing to give in to the pain. Fortunately, Angela’s sword’s healing properties began to make quick work of Raith’s successful attack, allowing Serci movement with minor pain. “It was my mistake. One I will not make again.”
Serci was still at disadvantage, even more so now as Raith’s blindness rendered Serci’s mature light magic ineffective. Irritated, Serci lowly grumbled as he quickly tried to asses the situation. Despiite being blind, Raith had excellent senses to land a blow on Serci, even being able to time a swing of his sword with Serci’s charging. He didn’t just have excellent senses, he was relying on a kind of echo location of sorts. His theory was further proven by Raith’s constant striking of the wall with his sword. Serci let loose a soft chuckle, as he strained his posture, continuing with confidence. “The battle is over, Raith.” Serci commanded. He began undoing the straps of his shield that ran around his arm, holding the shield in his hand. “And that is not overconfidence, but a fact.” He ran the shield across the brick walls, sending scratches into the air as he positioned himself to throw the shield towards Raith.
Serci let the shield loose as it hissed in the air as it hurled towards Raith, and just seconds before colliding with him, the shield dispersed into tiny particles. Raith took the bait, as Serci gambled. Raith moved to dodge the shield, Serci taking the moment to rush in swinging his sword downwards onto Raith. Serci’s sword clashed against Raith’s, smiling when he heard Raith growl in anger or annoyance at Serci’s feint. Serci quickly swept his leg across Raith’s, causing Raith to lean forward as he grew off balance. Serci’s open hand quickly slid down Raith’s sword arm, clenching around his wrist, as he pulled sharply towards him, forcing Raith’s hand to crash against the brick’s of the alleyway. Raith’s sword tumbled onto the ground, clanging against the cold cobblestone road.
Serci paused for a moment, admiring his success. He slowly backed up, retreating out of the alleyway and into the open streets of Adeluna. Serci had met his win condition, whether Raith gave up, or pursued him into the open, Serci had won. “This battle is mine, Raith. I implore you to take your sword and leave the way you came.” He called out, seriousness in his voice. “You were warned, and forced my hand. Unfortunately, you have crossed a line, so I suggest you run. Run hard and long, Raith, as the Adelunaian guard will be behind you.” Serci’s eye’s narrowed, as he began to speak softly to Raith, pleading with him to not continue the losing battle. “You are skilled, there is no doubt. But you will be outnumbered.” The harshness of his voice had died down, leaving only a compassionate tone and although Raith could not see it, a warm and embracing smile. “Please Raith, live to see another day. This battle is decided.”