With calculated precision, Hawk pressed his advantage, his strikes methodical and unwavering. Scarlet, struggling to defend each blow, felt the sting of Hawk's weapon hit her once again, this time a shallow stab across her waist, almost piercing her deep enough if she hadn't reacted fast. Pain flared, but so did her resolve. She held her ground, her body trembling from the pain, refusing to surrender defeat.
She recognized Hawk's deliberate tactic—dragging the duel and refraining from landing a decisive blow. Instead, he toyed with her, using the opportunity to mock and torment her, prolonging her suffering.
All she could manage was to endure, clinging desperately to what little strength remained within her.
