"Bluoooooo!" The Murloc cried out as it shot out of the water.
With a swift motion, it lunged trident-first, displaying surprisingly agile and quick movements.
Grace, instead of dodging, simply smiled and chose to block the attack with her black sword firmly in hand.
*Ding*
The clash of metal rang out as Grace's sword intercepted the trident, prompting both combatants to take a momentary step back, each inspecting the other.
"Not bad, but if that's all you have, then..." Grace's smile transformed into a subtle smirk, her eyes glinting with a newfound intensity.
Sensing the shift in atmosphere, the Murloc tensed its muscles, its primal instincts urging it to flee from the human threat. Yet, behind it stood its tribe, compelling it to stand its ground.
''Bluo bluo!''
With a primal cry, it rallied its soldiers, signaling them to join the fray. They outnumbered the humans, so why should they retreat?!
