With Skrae charging in, Koshei hefted up his sword to defend. Sparks flew as their swords touched. Even though it was successful, the block Koshei used had been a bad one, putting himself out of position to counter and exposing his entire torso. The Dragonkin saw this opening and seized it.
His red blade punctured through the man's chest, cutting through ribs and emerging through his back in a fountain of blood.
'I win," Skrae thought. 'I finally win!" Then while the blade was still inside of the man, he felt Koshei's gauntlet seize him around his hand and hilt of his blade. Horror dawned on Skrae's face as he realized what was happening. He tried to pull himself and his sword free, but Koshei had captured him in his deathgrip.
"I didn't think you'd be able to resist hurting me with such a large opening," Koshei spoke clearly with pain in every word. "I was right." With his free arm he circled his blade behind his back and started up a massive swing with all his strength. With his hand trapped, this was one attack that Skrae could not dodge.
The sword came down across the collarbone, and even the Dragonkin's thick armored scales and bones like iron were not enough to stop it. Skrae screamed as he was cut from shoulder to below the sternum. Then his knees buckled and he was on the ground, his upper body barely holding together.
Koshei withdrew his blade and prepared to take off his head with his final killing blow. Before he could, he saw a flash out of the corner of his eye before he was caught in an explosion of burning energy.
"Sakirth," Skrae whispered. Koshei, newly burned and wounded but still on his feet, turned to face his new enemy, and his heart sank at the appearance of the second Dragonkin.
Sakirth looked like Skrae, only he was at least a head taller and his left arm was not crippled like Skrae's.
Koshei readied himself for an attack, but Sakirth didn't even seem to be paying attention to him.
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