I suddenly decided to write a short paragraph on impulse just to relive the cravings of my imagination.
"The translucent blade lashed out at Firogarr, opening a light wound on his left shoulder, barely missing his neck. He spun on his heels, avoiding another thrust and sending a curling riposte that forced his opponent to block with his blade. Sparks flew and both blades clashed repeatedly, producing sharp notes that sounded like a reminiscene of a tune from an ancient civilisation. Sensing an opening, Firogarr lunged with inhuman speed after parrying a direct blow. As the tip of his sword struck something hard, Firogarr realised his foolishness, that his opponent had tricked him into such a move thus leaving him vunerable from any attack. He tried to shift his weight away from his right foot, adeptly leaping out of danger's path as the bladedemon swung his blade down forcefully, cleaving the ground where Firogarr once stood. But Firogarr did not completely escape the impact of the demonsblade. The fabric of his front tunic had been frayed. Such force, Firogarr thought. The duel would not end as soon as Firogarr had expected. He had met a formidable foe."