A flash of light shone in Dragoth's eyes, a reflection of the Dragonic blade that was Akilroth's enemy. "Heh, this will be fun"

He took Akilroth, and aimed to block the first strike, and in that instant which showed life or death, this moment that Dragoth lived for, he raised his arm and blocked the inital impact of the blade. He turned and saw a second strike, which he kept Akilroth pointed down and let the blade hit him, a thrusting move was made right after which Dragoth side-stepped and only felt damage done to his heavy coat. "Worthless..." He looked down to Akilroth's handle, and then up his arm. Crimson had touched the demon blade's handle. Dragoth had bled. He observed that the cut was fairly shallow but was of his upper arm, apparently the dashing strike had done damage after all.

"You had better savor this moment, as it will be the last time you ever touch me!"

He ran forward, turned, and did one great upward swipe at the man. As a second move, he swung at the man's head with great strength, and lastly, his eyes burning with fury, he moved behind the man and took his greatest swing at the man's torso. He ended with two steps away from the man. The sky swirling in a steady but still slow pace, the air feeling heavier than before, although only annoyingly noticable. The ground was sinking and cracking with each step. The land's fury would be known soon enough...