"First Form, Eternal Winter Blizzard!"
"Second Form, Eternal Spring Breeze!"
"Forth Form, Eternal Autumn Gale!"
Karna's voice rang out with each successive attack, each one a display of his mastery over his unique techniques. The battlefield was transformed with each form, embodying the essence of the seasons themselves. Bhishma's skill was evident as he deflected, parried, and dodged each attack, his movements a testament to his years of experience.
Scáthach watched with a mixture of fascination and admiration as the battle between the two warriors continued to unfold. The clash of their techniques created a symphony of power and skill, each move calculated and precise.
