Nicholas's eyes narrowed as he watched Malarai clutch his wounded shoulder. The blood mist around him thickened, swirling with an almost sentient malice. He knew he had to press his advantage before Malarai could recover. With a burst of speed, Nicholas closed the distance, his sword slashing through the air with lethal precision.
Malarai snarled, dark energy crackling around him as he summoned a barrier to deflect Nicholas's attack. The clash of energies sent shockwaves through the battlefield, but Nicholas was relentless. He poured more power into his strikes, the blood mist augmenting his strength and speed.
"You think you can beat me with brute force?" Malarai hissed, his eyes glowing with dark malevolence. "I will not be defeated by something like that!"