It was an illogical decision. It was inefficient. It was unnecessary.
And yet, she made it...
The tropical storm intensified, the rain falling so heavily it blurred the world around them. Water poured from the skies in thick sheets, turning the once-sturdy plateau into a field of slippery mud.
Every footstep now sank into the soft earth, and the roar of thunder filled the air like a war drum.
Cleo stood still, her drenched black hair clinging to her armor, her golden eyes glowing faintly beneath the downpour. She didn't care about the mud, the rain, or the storm; her focus remained locked on the warrior before her.
"HAAAAAA!"
This time, it was the old governor who charged forward, roaring with all the fury of his long-lost youth.