The battle continued, an ebb and flow of combat that seemed to stretch on for an eternity.
Each strike, each parry, was filled with ferocity and raw intensity.
The attackers, their newfound power slowly waning, grew more desperate with each passing moment.
Korig, sweat beading on his brow, called out to his companions, "Stay focused! We've got to wear them down. Their power won't last forever!"
Aurora, her daggers dancing in a deadly ballet, replied, "They're starting to weaken, I can feel it. Let's press our advantage!"
Ezra, his chain dagger weaving a complex web of offense, added, "We can't let up now. We've got them on the ropes, and we're not stopping until we've won."
The attackers, their taunts now laced with frustration, hissed, "You can't keep this up forever. Our power may wane, but we will outlast you."
