The room with black rock and boiling pits of lava had steamy and warm atmosphere. It was constantly shaking and trembling.
Julian raised his sword and repeatedly struck the crimson shortsword, sparks flying like fireworks in the night sky.
Clang, clang, clang!
Julian's arms moved at incredible speeds, as did the sword. His sword clashed with the dual shortswords, creating a symphony of metal clashing that echoed throughout the room.
Ambrose moved his dual shortswords, clashing against Julian's sword and blocking and deflecting the slashes.
They pushed each other a step backwards, then rushed forward and entered another exchange of quick strikes and parries.
Julian narrowed his eyes and swung with a wide arc from the left side.
Ambrose smashed his dual swords against the sword and then used his strength to push Julian back a few meters.