Both brothers charged, anger, pain and an insatiable desire for revenge fueling their actions.
Ivan swiped his spear, and an arc of ice followed, one which Derrick easily leaped over.
Derrick swung his sword, but Ivan rolled, forcing his blade to strike the ground.
Derrick pushed off the blade, raising both legs for a drop-kick, but Ivan blocked with an ice shield.
Derrick flipped forward, his sword moved at an invisible speed, breaking the shards of ice headed his way.
Opposite him, Ivan was rapidly closing the distance, but Derrick remained indifferent.
At the last second, he dropped to his knees, and his blade barely grazed Ivan.
Ivan gritted his teeth angrily. Every second spent in this fight, he could feel the frustration growing.
Derrick remained careful, he didn't want to keep the distance between him and Ivan, and at the same time, he didn't want Ivan to close that distance.
He was just dribbling Ivan for now, until his plan could finally fall into place.
