Pyrastra, her fiery scimitars gleaming in the dim light, stood poised to deliver the final, devastating blow to Mengting. The battlefield was a chaotic dance of elemental forces, but Pyrastra was determined to end it all. With a swift and deadly strike, she aimed to put an end to the young martial artist's resistance.
Mengting, however, had other plans. She had been pushed to her limits but remained vigilant. As Pyrastra's scimitars descended like twin meteors, Mengting's hazel eyes glinted with determination. In the last possible moment, she dove to the side, narrowly evading the deadly strike. Pyrastra's blades cleaved through the ground where Mengting had just been, sending up a spray of dirt and debris.
Frustration and rage coursed through Pyrastra as her attack missed its mark. She couldn't understand how this young warrior continued to evade her lethal assaults. "Fine!" she shouted, her voice dripping with anger and impatience.
