The clash between Kassie and Altharion consumed the rim of the pass like a living cataclysm. Brunhilde faltered mid-strike as the sheer pressure wave from their locked weapons blasted her back a full ten paces, frost cracking off her katana in glittering shards.
She didn't look distraught by the fact that the combat was surpassing something that she could continue to fix herself into.
Instead, she seemed to even grin.
"You've grown even more powerful since the last time I saw you. Damnit, damn that talent of yours."
Kassie wrenched her greatsword free from the crossed axes with a roar that echoed down the throat of the pass. Red haze poured off her like blood mist, her boots carving trenches into the frozen stone as she pivoted.
Altharion's pleasant, harmless smile never left his face. Even as he spun both black double-bladed axes in lazy, lethal circles. One axe still bore the fresh notch from her blade.
