Anger filled Marix's body, boiling his blood to the point he felt he was being boiled alive internally. All he could see was red and a giant target on Arlon and he was locked on.
He slashed at his older brother frantically, his need to reach Eilownia's side as soon as possible growing with each step he made.
Arlon block sloppily, the difference in their skill evident.
Marix had trained for this, his muscles honed for this very activity. Despite Arlon's fit physique, his basic training was proving to be useless in this battle.
With every block, Marix withdrew his sword and prepared to strike again.
Marix clashed his sword against Arlon's, shoving him back before slashing his sword down and to the side.
Arlon let out a loud scream as he grabbed his arm, that had been deeply cut, his chest heaved as he started to pant.
