Crap…
As the intense battle between Arthur and the crimson-eyed witch raged on, Arthur couldn't shake off the feeling of utter exhaustion that gripped him. With each of her deadly strikes, it felt as though he were attempting to move mountains, the weight of her blows bearing down on him with relentless force.
Despite being in her weakened state, the witch possessed a level physical strength that far surpassed Arthur's own, allowing her to easily overpower him with each successive attack. His efforts to counter her strikes were fruitless and Arthur found himself struggling to keep pace. His movements sluggish and labored against the onslaught of her relentless assault.
With each passing moment, Arthur's fatigue mounted, threatening to overwhelm him as the battle wore on. Yet, despite the odds stacked against him, he refused to yield, his determination unyielding in the face of adversity.
