Yet to be named, pt15

There goes my promise. Connection problems got the better of me. AGAIN.

He cut the inner discussion short as the two advanced. He slowly circled to the right, trying
to get the – presumably – weaker skeleton in between him and the other. A quick slash would knock it out and turn the fight into a duel. And so, once he aligned himself properly, he lurched forward and slashed.

He tried to be fast. He hoped to be fast. He wished he had more practice with a sword. But the way things had been years before, it just wasn’t an option.

It was enough for the clumsy skeleton. The blade cut through the ribcage before it was able to even raise the axe. Bones shattered and flew into the air, once again. The axe fell with a thud.

He backed off immediately. Shortly afterwards an axe swept through the air where he’d been. He blinked and raised his sword. The other skeleton was definitely faster, probably stronger. Not overly. Still, he presented himself a bigger challenge.

He slowly resumed his circulating move, keeping his sword in front. He expected the enemy to move in circles with him, slowly testing each other.