In a blur of motion, Cyrus closed the distance, his sword striking like lightning. The guildmaster's defenses crumbled under the onslaught, and he fell to one knee, his greatsword slipping from his grasp. Cyrus stood over him, his longsword poised for a final strike. The guildmaster looked up, his face a mix of exhaustion and resignation.
Cyrus hesitated, then stepped back, lowering his sword. "Enough," he said again, his voice calm. The guildmaster, breathing heavily, nodded in agreement. The fight was over, and the outcome was clear. Cyrus had proven his superiority, and the guildmaster's respect for him had only grown.
As the tension eased, Cyrus extended a hand to the guildmaster, helping him to his feet. The guildmaster accepted the gesture, his grip firm despite his exhaustion. "You're a formidable opponent," he said, a hint of a smile returning to his face. "I've learned a lot from this."
