Atrox grinned. "No, you won't."
Then he flew at her with his sword raised. The sword was flexible. It could be used like a whip or a combination of both. And secondly, since it was made with fire essence, it could take a large dose of his power.
And Atrox was anything if not generous with his use of essence. Each swing of his blade was immediately followed by a sword beam.
The sheer force of each attack was throwing the woman back, and if not for the regeneration ability of hers, she would have been dead at least half a dozen times already.
But Atrox didn't mind. The woman could regenerate? Well, he also had the essence to spend. Maybe it would eventually boil down to who could last longer.
With the Warden keeping the doll back, there was no way for it to interfere.
