As time ticked on, May's perception of the world sharpened. The clash of steel upon steel, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and even the rhythm of her own breath became acutely pronounced. Every nuance of her surroundings was absorbed, feeding the growing reservoir of energy within her.
In the midst of the swirling chaos, May's focus intensified. She harnessed the newfound energy, silently accumulating it within her core, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash its full force. Her breath became measured, her heartbeat steady, as she honed her instincts, preparing for the imminent counterattack.
Draco, oblivious to the transformation occurring within his opponent, continued his onslaught with unyielding determination. Yet, unbeknownst to him, May's body crackled with raw power, like a coiled spring ready to be released. Her muscles tensed, her senses acutely attuned to Draco's every movement, as she patiently bided her time.
