The blade fell with a shower of sparks, and the moment he found land beneath his feet again he was put to the test. Tempest Slash was definitely an ability he remembered, and it was another thing entirely to be on the receiving end of it.

Bits of hair, fibers of his cloak flew as stray sword swipes caught and bit beyond his armor and the sword itself. He just had to endure it until it was over, before he could try and swing back with a heavy horizontal swing. He needed an opening...