The loud clashing sound of metal swords created a strong vibration in the airy open field, implying the extreme effort both Illay and Xanthus were putting into their duel. With his blazing dangerous red eyes, Xanthus was quickly monitoring his every move before counter-attacking him.
However, this time, Illay also seemed quite prepared for the duel as if he would never give up. He was tactfully dodging the fierce attacks as his blue eyes were viciously searching one spot to lodge his attack on Xanthus and take his sword down to claim himself the winner.
The graze mark on Xanthus's cheek from Illay's sword had stopped bleeding, but he could feel a strange throbbing that sprang inside the back of his head. Slight dizziness was disrupting his proficient movements and he couldn't find out the reason why exactly it was happening to him.
