The air around them was thick. The desolate battlefield was devoid of voices, and the only sound that was heard was from the pants of the three, all worn down from the clashes of their swords.
Elliot figured out how unbalanced the fight was when it was only him that Malice batted. He carried no power against her even with his Arcane Surge. But with Lance, the field was evened out. The woman was now panting and he could feel her exhaustion from her tired eyes.
"What's wrong, boys? Tired already?" Malice formed a wicked smile on her lips. The two did not reply, making her shrug. The woman then crossed her arms, a burst of darkness flowing from her body.
She opened her hands, causing her sword to fall and sweep inside the darkness in front of her. "Let me show you one more trick that I have. It's something that I never used in decades. The last one that made me resort to this was when I was kneeling in defeat in front of the Forsaken."
