Denova's eyes blazed with fury as he watched Zafron effortlessly evade his attacks. Frustration and rage boiled within him, fueling his next move.
With a swift motion, he stretched forth his blade, and to Zafron's amazement, the weapon elongated, its magical nature allowing it to grow to an impossible length.
A wicked grin spread across Denova's face. "If you're evading those attacks so easily," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice, "let's see you dodge this!" As he spoke, another long sword materialized in his free hand.
Without warning, Denova launched into a frenzied assault, swinging both blades at Zafron with reckless abandon.
Zafron, relying on his newfound agility, managed to evade the first few strikes, his body twisting and bending in ways he never thought possible.