Beast's duel with the longsword-wielding warrior was reaching its peak. Beast, fully fused with Blackie, had transformed into a force of nature, combining his mastery of archery with Blackie's ferocious instincts. His opponent, though skilled and well-prepared, was struggling to keep up with the relentless barrage of arrows and elemental attacks.
The longsword-wielder, sensing that he couldn't win a battle of attrition, decided to close the distance. He surged forward, deflecting arrows with his golden aura, each swing of his sword releasing waves of energy that tore through the air. But Beast was ready for this tactic. He used the wind to propel himself backward, maintaining the distance while simultaneously firing more arrows.
"Running away won't save you!" the swordsman growled, charging again with a burst of speed.
Beast smirked. "Who said I was running?"
