The battle that ensued caused the world to fade away around her. All she could see around her was a whirlwind of feathers and blood.
She could feel the weaight of her foe's weapon which each consecutive block and attack. It became clear to her... he really was a demon. No human could naturally be able to wield such a blade.
Yet she fought on with determination; her grip on her own twin-blade tightened and she returned his blows with ferocity.
The monster was slowing down, she could hear his laboured breaths and feel his swings decreasing in intensity; however her own strength was fading fast.
And then he did something unexpected...