He pulled out his own sword; it was gray with a scratchy leather hilt. He ran to confront her and put up his sword. They were engaged in a raging battle, slashing and dodging. The room was flled with the colors of their magic casted all over the place, but both of them were to agile to be caught in the other's magic attacks and summons. They duked it out for what seemed like an eternity. Lina's eerie silent during the battle made it seem as if the man was fighting an invisible enemy with no voice.
Lina blocked him with the edge of her blade and pushed his sword off to swing at him. He used the same method and swung at her as well. She kept attacking, he kept fighting her off, and he kept attacking, and she kept fighting him off as well. It was a never ending competition of who would be first to hit who.
Unfortunately, the man in black won. He had noticed her weak spot and used it to advantage. His blade crashed through the air and can hurtling down upon Lina's right wrist. Her sword flew out of her hand as the blood gushed out of the deep gash in her wrist. The saber stopped glowing the second it left her fingertips and hit the floor roughly.
"Lina!" Zell yelled as he turned around and saw blood dripping from her fingertips. Her eyes returned to their normal coffee brown color and she kneeled down gasping for breath and clutching her wrist. The pain of both her wound and the power of the pink-bladed sword were attacking her constantly, but she was not about to let the man win. The man was about to pick up her sword and examine it, but Lina wouldn't let that happen.
"No!" she screamed as she slid under his hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword and jabbed it into his leg. Her eyes, once again, converted to black, solid and cold. She twirled the sword back so that the blade resting gently against the back of her shoulder. The blood continued to leak from her wrist, but the power of the sword told her to ignore it. Focus on nothing except the sword. See the sword, feel the sword, be the sword. Attack willingly and spare none. Kill. Defeat. Destroy. The sword you must obey. You must not think otherwise.
"You're bleeding pretty badly girl," the man in black said mockingly. "Just give up now before you die of blood loss." Lina remained silent as usual. No one was expecting her to say anything. There was no hesitation, nothing, she merely glared at him even more. She ran forward and swung at his face, causing dust to arise from the ground of this strange dungeon, but he just dodged it and swung back at her. It just missed the side of her face as she pulled back and almost slipped on her own blood covering the floor.
The blade missed her face alright, but it got her hair. One of her long strands of twisted hair was cut off and it fell gently to the floor, slowly and mockingly.