Hyresu battles Rokem Pall in the ancient graveyard

They stood opposite amongst the tombstones, Phaeton glowing softly. They began to circle and judge how best to use the terrain.

As he passed behind a tall stone, Pall vanished. Hyresu stopped and waited. Minutes passed. Wind moaned amongst the markers.

Pall charged in, the shadows liquid around him. He swung savagely through the forms of Goutetsu, the black rage form. Hyresu flowed around him using Kifune, the water dance, not meeting the force of his crushing blade, but ducking and leaping.

Pall smote a stone in twain, the crack like thunder as it split. Hyresu leapt atop the stone and swept Phaeton like a fan blade. Pall staggered back, his entire throat open, ear to ear. He smiled as black ichor poured from his wound and mouth, dousing the blue flames, and renewed the offensive, but was slower and less powerful.

Hyresu was exhausted, but he kept to Kifune, his face pale and his hand trembling, and waited for his opening in the relentless assault.