Lucy was hurled backward, crashing through mountains of ice and earth, the impact leaving a crater in her wake. But even as the rubble settled around her, she forced herself to stand. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her once smooth scales cracked and marred from the onslaught, yet her determination only grew fiercer. Her lips curled back in a snarl, and with a primal scream, she launched herself back into the fray.
The two beings collided once more, their blades and fists clashing with such intensity that sparks of ice and light shot out in every direction. Every strike was accompanied by a feral grunt or scream, their bodies straining under the weight of their power. Each attack they threw at one another was like a final, desperate push, their screams of exertion echoing through the ruined land.
