*Pant* Pant*
Adas sucked in painful breath after painful breath. Her red hair was frayed atop her head, and some strands stuck to the sides of her face, thanks to the blood that ran down from her head injury.
"You are surprisingly good at evading." Mohawk complimented the injured woman with a solemn nod. He acknowledged her capabilities, but that did not mean that she had what it took to defeat him. In fact, she had yet to land a hit on him all through their duel!
Adas remained quiet as she eyed her powerful opponent. She never stood a chance, contrary to what she first thought. In fact, she believed that he was just playing with her in order to entertain himself!
Just as she was about to throw herself at her opponent once again, a sudden yell made her stay her hand.
"Sir Adas!" The familiar voice of one of her colleagues reached her ears and she was finally able to breath a sigh of relief.