For a brief moment, the two women paused, both breathing hard, their eyes locked in a fierce, silent battle of wills. Arpious's chest heaved with the exertion of her attacks, but there was a fire in her eyes, a determination that drove her to keep pressing forward.
Without warning, Arpious surged forward again, her scythe a blur of motion as she unleashed a flurry of rapid strikes. The witch met each one with a deft dodge or parry, her body moving with the grace of a dancer, her movements an almost hypnotic blend of speed and precision. Arpious spun the scythe around her body, the blade singing through the air as she aimed a series of quick, slashing strikes at the witch's arms and legs. The witch responded with a series of smooth, evasive maneuvers, her feet barely touching the ground as she dodged each attack with effortless grace.
