Clang!
Kali's daggers slipped from her fingers, the twin blades clattering against the stone floor with a hollow ring. A moment later, her knees gave way, and she collapsed onto the ground, panting, sweat dripping from her brow.
Arthur, barely standing himself, rolled his shoulders, wincing at the strain in his muscles. He extended a hand toward her. "Good fight."
Kali looked up at him, eyes sharp, assessing, before finally sighing and accepting the offered hand. Her grip was firm despite her exhaustion. As soon as she was upright, she bent down, retrieving her daggers before flicking them into her spatial ring with a practiced motion.
"Seriously, you're a monster," she muttered.
Arthur just chuckled. He knew what she meant.
This fight had dragged on far longer than either of them expected. Neither could gain a definitive advantage over the other, which was absurd, considering Kali had over triple the mana quality and quantity that he did.
