As the war rages around Ulryn and you, the two of you clash and swing your swords. Ulryn's resentment and hatred is palpable with each of his strikes, you're barely able to hold your own.

As the steel rings after every hit you block and sparks fly out of the clashing swords, you notice Ulryn's attacks becoming more and more erratic and unfocused.

There is a brief staredown where the two of you take a moment to catch your breath. His will to fight wavers and so does yours.