Nergal allowed himself a small smile when his blade cut into her skin. It was not a deep cut by any means, but it was still first blood. She seemed so surprised at the wound that he almost felt sorry for her. He doubted she was hurt in battle very often. Someone of her skill would not be an easy target.
She came at him again, more aggressively this time. He was surprised at the seemingly unfocused attack, failing to bring his own weapon up fast enough to block her swing. The blade cut through his kaftan, slicing the flesh on his chest. The Sumerian sucked in a breath at the pain that shot through his body. He used all his training to keep his temper in check. It would not do him any good to attack as recklessly as Enyo was doing. Only staying calm in battle would gain him the victory.
He regained his defense and blocked her next swing. There was no possible way he could lose this fight. She was Greek and a woman. Those two things alone were enough to give him the advantage. He was ready to end this.
The Beast of War growled deep in his throat. He took a step back, trying to get another moment to plan his next attack. He needed to take this more seriously. For a woman, she was very good.