The battle between Erend and Svena started again, bothbatants locked in a deadly dance of steel and w in the middle of the air that was already corrupted by Magic of their fight.


    Svena''s mastery of her sword was undeniable. Her movements were so fast that it be a blur. Each swing came faster than thest and every stab was aimed at Erend with the intentions to kill him.


    Erend felt the sting of her de as it nced off his arms and sides. Sparks flew as the sharp edges met his scales. However, it only leaving minor scratches. His Dragonborn armor was strong, far stronger than Svena had expected, and it withstood her assaults with ease.


    Still, the pressure was relentless. She was fast and it took all his focus to keep up with her barrage of strikes.


    Svena''s eyes red with frustration as she noticed her attacks only left shallow marks. Her teeth clenched, and she snarled.


    "Damn you, Dragonborn! Why won''t you bleed like the others?!" said Svena with a curse.


    Erend smirked, his eyes glinting with a calm confidence. "Guess your attacks aren''t strong enough," he taunted back withalm voice even despite the intensity of their sh.


    Svena''s expression twisted with rage. She let out a growl of anger, her frustration boiling over. Without warning, she leapt back, creating distance between them.


    Erend frowned because he sensed that things will get worse.


    Her eyes burned with determination as she gripped her sword tightly. She channelled her Magic into it. The de began to shift, glowing with a dark crimson light.


    Erend''s eyes narrowed as he watched the transformation. The de that once solid and sharp started to unravel, its segments separating yet remaining connected by an ethereal energy. In seconds, the sword morphed into a whip-like weapon, its segments floating and ready tosh out with a deadly reach.


    Erend grimaced, recognizing the danger. "Great, that''s just what I fucking needed right now," he muttered, his wings beating steadily to keep him afloat as he prepared for her next move.


    Svena grinned viciously as if she can sense his difort.


    "Let''s see how you handle this then, Dragonborn," she hissed, and with a swift motion she snapped the segmented whip forward. The de shot out like a serpent, its tip aimed straight for Erend''s neck.


    He barely dodged, tilting his body to the side as the whip''s de sliced past, close enough to feel the energy pulse against his scales. The whip retracted then snapped again, this timeing from a different angle.


    Erend moved with quick reflexes, his wings shifting to help him maneuver as he tried to stay out of reach.


    But Svena was relentless. Her strikes with the whip-like sword more unpredictable and ferocious than before. Each snap of her weapon sent arcs of crimson energy through the air, and Erend grateful for his Agility stats that makes him able to dodge and parry. He could feel the pressure mounting; this weapon was far more dangerous than her previous attacks.


    The whip''s de coiled around his arm at one point, but Erend still managed to twisted free. His ws sparking as he sliced to cut the connection before it could pull tight.


    As Svenashed out again, she sneered, "How long do you think you can keep dodging that, Dragonborn?!"


    Erend''s eyes met hers, his expression serious.


    "Its not that hard you know," he replied with calm voice as if it didn''t even make him struggle. But his muscles tensing as he prepared for the next exchange.


    Svena''s eyes zed with fury, her lips curling back into a snarl again revealing her canine teeth as Erend''s calm words seemed to mock her. Her patience snapped and she abandoned her ranged advantage.


    With a feral growl, she dashed forward, closing the distance between them in an instant, her whip-sword coiling behind her like a serpent that ready to strike.


    But Erend had anticipated her move. In the brief second she charged, he conjured a massive fireball in the blink of an eye, his ws glowing as he channeled his power. The orb of me formed quickly and with a strong thrust heunched it directly at Svena.


    BWOOOSH!


    The fireball flew like a meteor, before Svena could react it mmed into her, detonating in an explosion of intense heat and light.


    The impact sent a shockwave through the sky. mes engulfed Svena''s figure, momentarily obscuring her from view. The air rippled with heat, and the explosion''s echo resonated across the battlefield.


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    Meanwhile, on the other side of the fight, the sh between ar and Mirava had taken on a different rhythm.


    Unlike Svena''s strategic and varied attacks, Mirava relied on her raw strength and speed, opting for direct brutal strikes. Her sword had transformed into a massive crimson greatsword with ck edges, radiating a sinister aura as she wielded it with terrifying power.


    ar met her head-on, his own strength and speed matching hers. The two shed in closebat, the force of their blows sending out shockwaves that cracked the air.


    ar''s de met Mirava''s greatsword, the impact creating sparks and ripples of Magic energy. He pushed back with all his might, refusing to yield as Mirava pressed forward.


    The sheer force of their confrontation was immense; their movements were swift and only appeared as blurring motion to the naked eyes as they exchanged powerful strikes.


    Mirava''s greatsword carved through the air with relentless speed, each swing apanied by a dark, crimson trail. ar countered with rapid parries, his ws moving as he matched her strength blow for blow.


    Despite the intensity, neither warrior showed signs of slowing down. The air around them seemed likecrackedas if they actually carve the space and time with the sheer power of their shes.


    However, ar''s eyes lit up with a fierce glint as he traded blows with Mirava. There was a thrill coursing through him. It reminded him of the time he unleashed his true strength in the Dungeon, where he didn''t have to hold back. Here, facing an opponent as powerful as Mirava, he felt that same rush, an opportunity to test the limits of his power once again.


    "RRAAAARGH!"


    With a roar, ar swung his fist forward, pouring his strength into a powerful punch aimed directly at Mirava.


    She raised her massive greatsword just in time to block but the impact creating a shockwave that echoed across the battlefield. Despite her attempt to hold her ground, the sheer force behind ar''s punch was turned out to be overwhelming.


    The impact sent Mirava flying backward, her feet skidding across the ground as she struggled to steady herself. She dug her heels in and eventually managed to stop herself several meters away.


    Her eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her face as she registered the power ar had unleashed. She hadn''t expected him to possess such raw strength and enough to push her back even while she braced with her sword.


    Mirava''s grip on her greatsword tightened, her gaze narrowing as she reassessed her opponent. For the first time, she realized ar wasn''t simple. He was someone who thrived in the chaos of battle and someone who seemed to draw strength from the intensity of the fight itself.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


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