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"By the word of the next Khan, I shall not allow you to claim that blade!"

The dive shocked Dolemeck, and he tried to side step the attack as quickly as possible. Sadly, he was not fast enough and Phyffe's sword slashed through the arm of his coat, leaving a nasty gash about a foot long. Like last time, the sword brought unimaginable pain to Dolemeck, causing him to cry out in agony.

Though the slash he just took gave him an opening, just as Phyffe landed down from that dive, Dolemeck raised his blade to strike her. Phyfee blocked the attack and the two were now having a more equal sword fight than back at the museum.

The grotto filled with the sounds of clanking steel. This was the type of sword fighting Derek had only witnessed in the movies. In person, it was more epic, more real. Dolemeck was pushing himself through various injuries to keep fighting, just as he did as a Knight for Arthur. He was not giving into the pain he was in, nor the blood he was losing. He was focused and disciplined with his blade, while Phyffe was more wild and angry with hers.