Devourer of Names vs Heir of Volos
She raises her scythe and then brought it down in a wicked strike against Inura's neck.
Klank.
A spectral blade, not too dissimilar from her own, had intercepted her attack. It was part of a large gleve, held by a woman, beautiful by even her own family's standards. She looked young, but in her eyes, the Devourer of Names could see draconic wisdom.
"I'm sorry, I can't allow that to happen." The woman said. "You cannot be allowed victory here."
Inura was pushed hard to the side, crashing into the far wall, giving both of them more space to handle their weapons.
"Who are you, wyrm? Tell me your name!" She demanded, but the woman just laughed. She tried to reach out but was pushed back. A divine geas or ward were protecting their name.
The gleve matched her scythe in terms of reach, but wouldn't have the same advantage in speed. So, even more, a match of skill and she didn't fear that. The woman entered a stance she had encountered maybe thrice in the last couple millennia, Volos Stance, a balanced choice for fighting with spears or infantry weapons.
Her curiosity grew. This woman was a spirit goddess like herself, her weapon was White Necrotech, boring, but Necrotech nonetheless and fueled by a powerful spirit entity. This wasn't Tuat, the self-styled "God of Death", who would never use his twin brother's fighting style.
She attacked and their weapons clashed. Neither had used a spell, both apparently preferring to start this fight through their pure skills. More slashes followed, most of them too fast to be tracked by mortal eyes.
They both started to augment their strikes with spirit bolts and even more flashes of white were added to the spectacle. It appeared they were evenly matched, but then the Devourer spotted an opening and took it.
Too late she realized the trap, a possibility hidden from her godsight. While her scythe hit the dragon goddess at the thigh, it didn't do any visible damage, while first her wards were shattered, and then her left shoulder pierced by the spectral gleve.
She jumped back and quickly repaired any damage while staring at the woman in anger, who licked the Devourer's blood from her weapon.
In the next moment it was as if all magic had been sucked from the room. She wanted to bring her wards back up, but using spells had become impossible. Her prospects of winning sank.
She couldn't flee. Her translocation was still on cooldown and blinks or portals were impossible. Would she die here?
The woman attacked again, this time using her magic in full force. She blocked with her scythe, which was shattered into a thousand pieces.
It dawned on her. Her doubt just made her loss a certainty. Another ability of this strange wyrm?
Right when the Devourer brought her will together to fight back, summon another weapon, the woman struck again. Her spirit broke, the True Devourer of Names would soon take most of her, as the bargain commanded.
The woman now stood over her broken form. "You wanted to know my name? I am the Heir of Volos, I'm Tanya."