126 Battle on the Ashen Fields

As two demons, leaving trails of purple flames dashed at me, all I could do was defend.  I raised my scythe and blocked their simultaneous strikes with its metal shaft. The sound of metal hitting metal echoed. 

I expected them to pull back and strike again, but instead, they chose to push. They put all of their weight on their weapons, pushing me back. I dug my heels into the ground as my muscles ached under the immense pressure. 

I couldn't hold them off for long, not like this. Even with the strength I gained through Fallen Grace, I was no match for them physically. I gritted my teeth and focused – I needed my magic, my flames, now more than ever!

The sword wielding demon started to smile; in his eyes, they'd already won. My lips formed a thin line as I felt my feet slowly begin to slip.