Third Person POV
The iron chain became an absolute blur of motion through the air, and the blazing blue fire formed a perfect, blinding circle of light around her body.
She threw the weapon forward with all her might.
But Lysander ducked out of the way just in time. The sharp blade missed his temple by a hair's breadth, embedding itself deeply into the wall behind him.
He quickly turned his head to look at where it landed…
Helen violently yanked the chain back.
The metal blade came flying out of the stone. But then the heavy iron chain wrapped itself tightly around Lysander's left arm.
He let out a loud snarl of anger, using his immense strength to tear the metal links off his skin, but the blade was already flying right back into Helen's waiting palm.
They clashed furiously in the center of the ruined hall. It was pure magic against magic, steel blades against sharp claws.
