The moment the referee signalled the start of the match, Ethan swiftly flapped his metallic wings, propelling himself into the air. His movements were agile, reminiscent of a bird of prey soaring through the skies.
Meanwhile, Ethlind wasted no time and commanded her metallic Dame into action. With a swift and precise motion, she transformed the Dame's sword into a javelin. The metallic weapon hurtled through the air towards Ethan, who effortlessly dodged the projectile with a well-timed aerial manoeuvre. However, Ethlind had strategically planned for this.
The metallic Dame, under Ethlind's control, unleashed a series of javelins, creating a formidable barrage of projectiles. Ethan, with his keen reflexes, expertly navigated through the airborne onslaught, easily evading each attack.
Ethlind, amid her relentless assault, didn't remain stationary. With her lance in hand, she directed her metallic Dame to position itself for an unconventional move. Using Dame as a Ramp she lifted herself and jumped in the air. In this mid-air ballet, she unleashed her full power, hurling her lance towards Ethan.
Ethan, caught slightly off guard by the unexpected trajectory of the lance, reacted swiftly. He plucked a feather-like appendage from his metallic wings, and with incredible speed, transformed it into an arrow-like projectile. With a powerful draw of his bow, he released the arrow, intercepting the lance mid-flight. The collision altered the trajectory of the lance, causing it to veer off course and land on the ground.
The audience erupted in cheers, marvelling at the aerial acrobatics and strategic manoeuvres displayed by both contestants. As Ethan gracefully glided through the air, he looked down upon Ethlind and said "Princess, you might be very strong against any opponent on the ground, but against opponents who can fly, your abilities fall short,"
Ethan plucked another feather from his wings with a swift motion. Loading it onto his bow, he continued, "But as you said, I should give my all. I'll be using my strongest move. If you can defend against it, I will surrender."
Ethlind, though discontent with the reality of her disadvantage in the air, accepted the challenge. Determination flashed in her eyes as she responded, "You might be right, but I haven't shown my all yet."
With a resolute expression, Ethlind activated her ability once more. The metallic Dame transformed into iron dust. The particles of iron dust, rather than coalescing into a separate entity, enveloped Ethlind's existing armour. The iron dust wrapped around her like a second skin, forming a sleek and intricate black armour with golden accents, creating regal armour.
A giant shield manifested in one hand, adorned with elaborate golden motifs. Simultaneously, the lance was also covered in iron dust emerging as a sleek black metallic weapon. Ethlind's entire appearance evolved into that of a formidable queen prepared for battle. A black and golden crown adorned Ethlind's head, completing her transformation.
As the audience watched in awe, Ethan, still airborne, acknowledged the transformation with a nod of respect.
With her newfound armour, Ethlind's abilities reached a heightened level of lethality. The lance, now covered in the sleek black iron dust, gleamed ominously. The blackened armour enhanced her strength, allowing her to wield the lance with even more power than before.
In a swift motion, Ethlind pointed the lance towards Ethan, who continued to glide through the air with the grace of a predator. The iron lance transformed into a projectile, gathering speed and power as it shot towards its target. The sheer force behind the projectile made it a formidable threat.
On the other side of the stage, Ethan prepared his counterattack. As he flapped his wings, more feathers descended from them, but Instead of falling to the ground, the feathers gathered around the tip of his arrow, swirling and intertwining mystically to create a giant arrowhead ready to be unleashed
As the lance took its flight, Ethan released his bowstring unleashing the giant arrow. The lance and the arrow hurtled towards each other in a clash of supernatural forces. The collision created a burst of energy, illuminating the arena with a dazzling display of light and power.
The audience held their breath, captivated by the intensity of the clash. The clash between the lance and the giant arrow was nothing short of spectacular. But the arrow, woven from the black feathers, proved to be a force to be reckoned with, it shattered the lance into a cascade of metallic shards. As the arrow continued towards the Iron Princess, the audience gasped, caught in the suspense of the moment.
Ethlind, however, was quick to react. With a swift motion, she picked up her shield. The shield intercepted the onslaught of the arrow on time. The impact echoed through the arena, a symphony of metallic clashes that resonated with the intensity of the battle.
But the force behind the arrow was not to be underestimated. Ethlind, despite her sturdy stance, began to slide backwards under immense pressure. The feathery trail left behind on the ground told the story of her resistance against the onslaught. Her feet, adorned with intricate iron boots, dug into the surface of the arena, creating furrows as she struggled to maintain her ground.
The audience was on the edge of their seats, their collective breath held in anticipation. The clash between the Iron Princess and the Black Hawk had reached a pivotal moment, and every eye was glued to the unfolding spectacle.
Just when it seemed that Ethlind would succumb to the relentless force, she found her footing. With a determined grit, she channelled the strength of her awakened abilities, the black armour resonating with her resolve. The feathery trail abruptly ceased as Ethlind stopped the slide, halting the remnants of the shattered lance just before the precipice of the arena.
A collective sigh of relief swept through the audience, followed by thunderous applause. Ethlind's resilience and strategic use of her shield had turned the tide of the battle. The arena erupted in cheers, celebrating the Iron Princess's triumphant defence against Ethan's formidable assault.
The arena resonated with the echoes of applause as Ethan, displaying the chivalry of a true knight, gracefully bowed to the Iron Princess. "You defended well against the attack, and as I said, this is your victory," Ethan declared with genuine respect. With the air of a gallant warrior, he turned and walked out of the stadium.
The audience, moved by the display of sportsmanship and honour, erupted into cheers. The tale of the knight and the princess had unfolded with unexpected twists and turns, capturing the hearts of everyone present.
Princess Ethlind now acknowledged as the finalist, stood tall in the centre of the arena. Her armour glistened in the stadium lights, a testament to her strength and resilience. With a regal bearing, she raised her lance high in the air, acknowledging the cheers of the crowd. The Iron Princess had not only defended her honour but had also won the hearts of the audience with her unwavering determination.