"Prince of Svartalfheim? A noble enough title. For a notch on my blade!" And Kael's flurry of strikes is met by Hrinmeer's own, part blocking the angered dark elf, and part attacks of his own. Each time their swords clash, the flames from his sword surge forward to try and find an opportunity to burn his opponent. For every block, and every attack, the flames keep coming at Kael, not caring if their master was on the defensive or not. They would not be satisfied until they had a taste of flesh.
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