Serena followed Grimnar's assault with a leap, her seemingly divine blade shimmering with golden energy. She swung down with immense force, causing the ground beneath Lance to crack violently as the shockwave from her strike rippled outward, dislodging loose rocks from the mountainside.
Lance tilted his head slightly, watching the blade pass inches from his shoulder before he stepped aside, still calm. The force of her missed attack shattered the ground, sending chunks of rock flying in all directions.
"Stand still!" Serena growled, her frustration mounting as Lance continued to avoid her blows with ease.
Above them, Eryndor raised his staff, his voice ringing with incantations, the skies darkening, swirling with black clouds as lightning crackled overhead. The scene resembled the one from moments ago, but this time it was going to be the real deal, not just flaunting.
