Arthur's voice rang out across Camelot, clear and absolute.
"EXCALIBUR!"
And the sword answered, blazing with holy light.
Sir Rahnadel's smoky form moved like living mist, the divine knight's ethereal sword leaving trails of white mist in the air.
They met at the center.
CRASH!
The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward in concentric circles, cracking the stone beneath their feet. Arthur pushed forward, his enhanced strength from Excalibur driving against the divine knight's overwhelming power.
But Sir Rahnadel matched him. Step for step. Blow for blow.
The divine knight's smoky blade swept horizontally. Arthur ducked under it and thrust upward. Sir Rahnadel twisted, the attack passing harmlessly by its torso, and countered with a downward strike.
Arthur caught it on Excalibur's edge, redirected it to the side, and immediately followed with a horizontal slash.
