Greg

( You were on the other side of the flames than me and the swordsman and the fire had spread both ways) *I disappear and retreat to my castle* (Sorry I'm a bit tired of fighting and I don't want to keep you waiting so I will just end the fight)

[You said the fire was closing in on me, apparently closing in one spot that you had backed away from. If you were as close as you describe than my popping out from the other side would've been point blank range, and you would've been unable to drop low and push of a single foot in time to avoid it. Also, she was pushing forward and cutting through you and away. She would've been able to keep pushing forward and avoid moving into the flame. Also, with her slashing through your chest, you would've been unable to use your pectoral muscles, and would've been unable to wind for your swing (Also, one arm would've been cut off from her finishing her cuttting motion). In addition to this, your heart, and lungs would've been sliced through and singed because of her enchantment.] *The swordsman finishes out her cutting motion, slicing apart your arm, most of your ribcage, your lungs, and your heart, flinging her wrist at the end to flip you over as you fall. I follow closer and fire two rounds into your open chest wound, and into your right eye as you are flung off her blade.*

( You said that she circled around the fire to get to me so that meant the fire was pretty close) * while in the air I slash at the back of her right leg and if she moves left she will jump right into the fire. When I land I clot my blood and turn all of the gunk in my lungs into air*

( You said that she circled around the fire to get to me so that meant the fire was pretty close) * while in the air I slash at the back of her right leg and if she moves left she will jump right into the fire. When I land I clot my blood and turn all of the gunk in my lungs into air*

Also, checking grammar and spelling's hard...

*You were chased out beyond those flames, and she didnt necessarily put much effort into dodging  as you were trying to go between her cutting blades. By pulling back her shoulders and cutting upward, you wouldve first gotten slashed though and pushed away to her side as she finishes the cutting motion with her wrists. You wouldve been unable to hradbutt as her arms in conjunction with her swords wouldve had greater reach, stopping, slicing through and redirecting you. Also, im on my phone so I might not be able to see much quickly.]

* If she dodges my headbutt then she would've gone into the flames that were still burning everything*

@Shadow-Reaper [Like I said, she was pulling back her shoulders and given the reach of her arms and blade, she would then be able to pass by you as you lunge, and with her upward cut through you, you would've passed to her side and slightly above her and not headbutted her stomach. Because of the flames on the blade, and the opposing force of you bending down and diving in the opposite direction, it would've sliced through most of your chest and on exit straight through your left arm from her swing, so even then if your upper body did touch anything, the rest of your body would snap over because it is no longer attached. Your heart, and lungs would be ripped apart and singed as well now that I think about it. And alrighty, later.]

( Ok I can work with that) *since my head hits her stomach the flames start to consume and the blade it hits me in my chest and it gets stuck before it makes to much damage* (in church finish later)

@Shadow-Reaper *I immediately rush up to catch the head by means of face grab, immediately surrounding it with black haze, and expanding my shadow beyond and under the body, making it sink in as the shadow rises over to swallow it. 
          Once both rituals are finished, I snap in the air. My swordsman changes color, and decomposes into blood as she sinks back into the ground. Shortly after, the three-headed hellhound returns back to the surface with my child. I promptly lift the child from its grasp, and nod to it as I walk back towards under the center tree of my cemetery.* "Mikhail, don't worry of violent matters. I'm positive that one day you will grow to be quite terrible."