Shreika cleared the mist she had placed over her opponent, revealing the battlefield that surrounded them to his senses. As the smoke soaked into her robes, some of the priestess’s power returned to her. She watched the hound carefully, eyeing as many of his movements as she could, aiming to reverse the next attack he made. 

[i] I will only have one chance for this move to work, so I must timed it as well as I possibly can.[/i]

Taking a deep breath, her opponent took his chance to dive in, swinging his blades in a deadly arc towards her fists and neck. Ducking under the weapons she then followed it up with a quick back step. The hound’s attacks didn’t stop there however, and the black priestess was soon doing nothing but evading the speeding blades.

The storm of blows seemed to have no end, and Shrieka had been cut and grazed countless times, and despite her best efforts blood trickled out of the wounds, no doubt exiting her opponent and making him even more frenzied. This second wind he had achieved however, lead to him overextending a swing. Capitalising on the mistake, Shreika weaved past his arm and shoved her palm into his stomach. The magic of the void, once again contacting the hound, this time launching him away from the priestess, singing his stomach as the void tried to strip the flesh from his bones.The new distance created by Shreika's attack allowed some breathing room and with it Shreika began to charge her next spell. Subtly building the magic and weaving the intricate strands together to form, what she believed was the spell she needed to win this duel.

Now with the spell prepared, she only had to wait for the right moment to unleash it.