The force of the blow sent her sprawling, her dual swords clattering to the ground. She rolled to her feet, a fierce determination in her eyes. "Not bad, handsome," she said, retrieving her swords.
Wolf nodded, his expression calm. "You're fast, but you'll need more than speed to win."
The battle resumed, the woman attacking with renewed vigor. Wolf's greatsword moved with deadly precision, deflecting her strikes and countering with powerful blows. He began to anticipate her movements, using his strength to disrupt her rhythm.
As the battle wore on, the woman's attacks grew more desperate. Wolf's patience and strategy were paying off, his deliberate movements wearing her down. He seized the moment, driving her back with a series of powerful strikes.
With a final, decisive blow, Wolf disarmed her, sending her swords flying across the arena. He leveled his greatsword at her, his breathing steady. "Yield," he said, his voice calm but commanding.
