*KUNG!*
The sound of metal clashing against metal reverberated and Kurt found himself ten steps from his original position due to the rebound of the attack.
The next moment, Grenald's figure appeared from within the thick fog of dust.
Blood was smeared all over his body and dripped from the edge of his mouth. With the help of a health potion, he was able to recover just enough to stand.
In his hands were two short handed silver axes completely made from liquid metal and his eyes had turned red with blood long ago.
"Why the hell do you like yapping so much?" he asked while taking a fighting stance.
His body was already in terrible condition, so fighting a prolonged battle was a big no-no, and the amount of mana he had left also wasn't much.
With that and the nasty gaping hole in his thigh, even Grenald knew who was at the disadvantage.
So he prepared himself.
'I'll attack with everything I've got as fast as I can'
Kurt's forehead popped a massive vein.
"You just don't know when to stay down, do you?"
Grenald: "I guess I don't"
Kurt: "Well, I should thank you for saving me the trouble of coming to find you. And since you're here, I'll make sure you stay dead this time, thoroughly"
Without another word, both men charged at each other at blazing speeds, and the moment they met…
*BOOM!*
Another resounding collision occurred, but neither paid it any heed as they burst forth with even more attacks.
*CLANG!*KANG!*CLANG!*
Their attacks were faster, more deadly and resounded more heavily than before.
The ground beneath them cracked and broke at a speed visible to the naked eye. Sparks, brighter than before, flew all over the place every time their weapons clashed.
It was an epic scene to behold.
Not willing to die, Grenald put more strength into his arm to get past Kurt's defenses.
Each strike was aimed at vital areas, and moved so fast that even though Kurt could predict it, his body wasn't moving fast enough to dodge.
And that summed up to multiple cuts appearing on his body every second.
"Ugh!" Kurt staggered, feeling the difference in power.
'This b#stards is getting faster and his attacks are getting stronger. If I don't do anything fast, I'll be the one to die!'
Like hell was Kurt going to go down easily.
He had stopped hearing the voice of Ulrik for a while now, so he had either fled or died.
Either way, he was on his own.
The moment the notion of dying hit in full view, Kurt turned berserk as he forced out strength from every inch of his body and began to counterattack.
He wouldn't die, no, he would die, but he refused to die here.
And to channel his rage even more, he started screaming.
"Ahhh!"
Things took a funny turn as Grenald started screaming too.
"Ahhh!"
Their attacks matched up in speed once again as they dealt each other at least a hit in every thirty blows.
Within two minutes, they had exchanged more than a hundred blows, and Grenald was starting to feel his limits.
At the rate they were going, he instinctively knew that he would be the one to fall first.
It was at this time that he heard the sound of a running foot, and then Kurt's voice rang out.
"This shouldn't be possible!"
And that affirmed his assumptions.
Cavarl was coming to help.
With haste, he landed a big blow that had Kurt stumbling a few steps back to give him a few seconds of breathing space.
And enough time to get a message across.
"I won't be able to go on for much longer. We need to end this NOW!"
In one breath, Grenald delivered his message.
The instant he said the last word, Kurt was right in front of him once again.
This time, his attacks were fiercer because he had come to the same conclusion as Grenald.
'If I let these two join forces, it'll be the end of me!'
Because of that, he was entirely willing to ignore defense completely and go on a rampage, trying to kill Grenald as fast as possible.
Now, it was not Grenald, but him, on the clock.
'Sh#t!' Grenald cursed.
In a single moment of relapse, he had lost his weapon, and because of how fast they were moving, he would never be able to focus on creating another one in time.
And such a crucial mistake cost him dearly.
*Slash!*
In the next moment, his left arm was cut off in a single strike.
And Kurt wasn't letting up. The moment the pain hit Grenald, he moved decisively to end his life.
Time seemed to slow down as Grenald's mind worked at crazy speeds.
'What do I do? What do I do?'
His left arm was lost and now a spear head was about to skewer him like meat on a stick.
He would never be able to conjure up a shield in time to block it. So…what could he do?
How would he defend against such a life threatening attack?
It was then that it hit him…
'Defense'
That word.
'Attack is the best defense, they say'
The thought spurred him into sporadic thinking.
He made a decision faster than lighting.
'If I can't block it. Then I'll make sure it's worth it!'
Instantly, rather than bending backwards, Grenald bent forward, and then…
*CHUK!*
The spear pierced his body and came out the back.
But instead of stopping, Grenald pressed forward and, before Kurt could get a grasp on the sudden absurdity, he shouted and simultaneously plunged his ax right into the middle of Kurt's chest.
Grenald then shouted immediately after.
"NOW!"
It was only on instinct, but because he knew Cavarl was behind him, he hoped something might happen.
Lo and behold, Cavarl accelerated into view with a speed that was shy of their own and approached them.
Levitating at the side of Cavarl's right arm was a wind blade.
But this wind blade shined brighter, held a red color as opposed to the normal green, was far longer than any of its predecessors, and held a dangerous gleam that indicated its sharpness.
The moment Kurt lay his eyes on it, his instincts rang out in warning.
The meaning was clear, the wind blade was lethal.
So he entered a panic state and tried to push Grenald off him, but the short man refused to budge.
His panic flared up like wildfire and he intended to remove his spear, but again, it did not budge.
Kurt didn't dwell on it a second time and began hitting Grenald with his fists.
*BAM!*
"F#CKING LET GO!"
"NEVER" Grenald answered decisively while puking out large amounts of blood.
Kurt put more strength into his arms and intended to hit once more.
Only, he didn't get the chance to do so.
He could only get in one hit before Cavarl arrived at his position.
With a jump, Cavarl approached Kurt with the wind blade outstretched, intent on cutting him down.
With no options left, Kurt's eyes became fearless.
'I'll have to use that technique!'
But-
*SIUUM!*
-it was futile as Cavarl's blade sliced through his neck without delay.
And the next moment-
*Pam*
-his head fell to the ground.
