The ease went out of Trafalgar completely, and he came at Dravok like he meant it.
No more probing. He opened with [Morgain's Linebreaker], Maledicta sheathing itself in a skin of pure black mana as he drove forward in a dead straight line, the cutting wave running out ahead of the point, meant to bull through anything in its path and put the old man on his back. Dravok met it with his blade turned edge-on, and for the first time the two weapons came together in earnest.
The sound of it went through Trafalgar's arms and into his teeth.
It was nothing like striking another swordsman. It was like burying his edge in a mountain that had decided to hold. The shock of the block rang up both wrists and rattled the bones of his forearms, and where the mana-wave should have thrown Dravok back it broke apart against him instead, splitting around a man who had not surrendered so much as a boot-length of ground.
