Shadow's blade glinted in the dim light as he twisted it, his cold eyes locked onto the scimitar-user. The man gasped in pain, blood seeping from the wound as he struggled to breathe. Laura's whip tightened around his leg, ensuring he couldn't escape.
"You're done," Shadow whispered, his voice as chilling as the blade he wielded. With a swift, decisive motion, he yanked the blade free and delivered a final strike, sending the scimitar user sprawling to the ground, unconscious and defeated.
The shield-wielder, still struggling against Mia's icy grip, saw his comrade fall and roared in fury. Desperation fueled his efforts as he channeled energy into his shield, attempting to break free from the encroaching frost. But Mia was relentless, layering her attacks with freezing energy, reinforcing the ice that held him in place.
