Endless Flames: X

“To think you’d abandon your blade,” Asherah chuckled as she stared into the eyes of the man she had once revered above everyone and everything else. Looking at her foot which had been blocked by Old Fan’s forearm, Asherah was reminded once more how much his fighting style had changed. The indomitable warrior who neither retreated nor surrendered was now an old man capable of giving up his blade to stop an attack. This was surreal coming from the man who had taught her that to abandon one’s weapon was the greatest disgrace of a swordsman.

“Well, I grew up,” Old Fan chuckled, secretly surprised by the strength contained in that kick. His arm had taken the brunt of the blow and though it was protected by a high grade gauntlet, his bones were creaking and his arm was shaking.

“I must have gotten really old,” he concluded, for while Asherah had an unusual amount of strength for an Elemental – no, a weakened Wind Demon – she should not have been enough to shake him so.

“Well, since you cou