Olhal was just in a fury of attacking; rushing too much, and not taking the time to properly aim. Though effective in keeping Fyroh away, he wasn't doing a lot of damage. Fyroh, however, was keeping a cool head; and dodged almost every blow. However, even when Olhal had left himself open, Fyroh seemed reluctant to attack him; the most he had done so far was rip his sleeve, and knock him back several times. Perhaps a bad move; for Olhal charged his energy, and let out an incredibly fast, flaming axe swing from overhead; too fast to dodge, but blocking was possible; yet it split Fyrohs shield in half, the two halves burning on the floor, and Fyroh skidding backwards.
"Turns out you've betrayed me for the last time." Fyroh muttered. A hole in his sleeve revealed a tatoo-like scar, which glowed temporarily. Not much else seemed to happen; except for the fact that a large, two handed sword had been thrust into the ground by a large, armoured figure; the figure then moved away, and Fyroh grabbed the sword. "You're dead now." he spat, as he thrust his one-handed sword into the ground next to it, then they advanced towards each other. "*****." he stated, just before they began to battle again; Fyroh now had the strength advantage, as Olhal was running out of his magical energy, and fast... it showed. His swings became more sluggish, gaining more momentum from gravity than Olhal himself, and the flame on his axe had severly died down.