The battle within the golden house raged on. Gaya, with her bow drawn, was a whirlwind of lethal grace. She maneuvered through the adventurers, her arrows finding their marks with deadly accuracy.
"Come on, you slowpokes! Is that all you've got?" she taunted, dodging an axe swing from a burly dwarf.
"I thought you lot were supposed to be tough!"
Her opponents, fueled by rage and desperation, responded with a barrage of attacks and a stream of curses.
"We're gonna tear you apart, you arrogant bitch!" shouted a human warrior, swinging his sword with fury.
"Get her! She can't take us all!" an elf yelled, firing arrows in rapid succession.
Meanwhile, Michael and Elrion's duel had escalated. Michael, displaying exceptional combat skills, parried and countered Elrion's strikes with a fluidity that seemed almost supernatural.
