"Embrace death!" The Death Knight swung its sword at Plum.

Sword of Corruption!

A black, sticky tar-like substance trickled down his blade.

"Take your own advice!" Plum extended her silver sword.

Honorable Strike!

Clang!

The two blades clashed.

White feathers flew into the air, an aftereffect of Honorable Strike. The Death Knight quickly withdrew its sword and attacked again. Plum immediately responded with her own blade. 

Bam!

The two swords clashed once more, emitting a blunt 'bam'. Plum glued herself to the Death Knight, using soft, flowing movements. 

"Haahp!" She swung her sword gracefully, as if she were performing ballet.

Swish.

Her silver sword cleaved through the center of the Death Knight's body.

"Ugh." The Death Knight grimaced in pain. A fistful of red shards of light spilled from its body.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Plum smiled. Her weapon was no ordinary sword; any successful attack against an undead or demon would be an automatic critical hit. 

"Don't make me laugh!" The Death Knight angrily swung its sword.

"Hmph." Plum softly dodged the blow, and then thrust...