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As Tenold's sword was deflected to the side, he only felt as his knee buckled and his side began to ache. His body hit the ground. He flung up instinct-like.
"Hehe......he.........Muahahahahahaaha!!!!"
Tenold's sadistic laugh and the psychotic smirk upon his face were not the typical reaction to being hit. Rather than hurt, he seemed to be enjoying the pain he had been inflicted with.
"Knor, it will take much more than a mere punch to defeat me. I am guarded by dark powers."
The dark aura glowing from Tenold's body began to inrease in intensity. Tenold let out a loud yell and then a screech of pain. He fell to the ground and covered his face with his hands. It seemed as if blood began to drip from his face. Tenold's face shot upwards revealing bloodshot eyes that were lactating the crimson fluid. What were further screams of pain and agony until they ultimately ceased. Tenold stood up, heaving wildly. The fog in the air began to thicken as he looked upon Knor.
The temperature began to drop rapidly. The air around the two warriors was cool and covered by a blanket of humidity. The scene resembled that of two armies ready to meet eachother in the field of battle but only with the small twist that these two were fighting solely. Tenold glared at his opponent coldly.
Once again, Tenold's mantle flew up in a wave-like manner and two small throwing knives were unleashed from under the cape. As they came whistling towards Knor's body, Tenold launched a further attack towards the abdomen of Knor's body. He held the sword outward rather than to the side in hopes of thrusting into stomache region shortly after the knives had reached their target. The knives would either distract Knor long enough to create a chance to attack or would pin him against the tree standing behnd him. Either way, if Tenold was successful, the ensuing wound may not be critical but would weaken to an almost critical state.
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