The battle between us wasn't just a fight—it was a storm. A violent, chaotic force tearing through the air, sending shockwaves with every clash of our blades. It felt like the world itself was shaking under the weight of our strength. The sound of our swords meeting didn't even resemble steel anymore. It was something heavier—thicker—like thunder crashing down, sending ripples of force through the battlefield.
Every swing carried enough power to crack the earth beneath us. The sheer force behind each strike sent gusts of wind howling across the arena, kicking up dust and debris like an unstoppable tempest. The spectators had started with jeers, but now? Now they were dead silent, too stunned to even breathe properly.
We both knew it.
I was strong. She was strong.
But neither of us would back down.
