The collision of Ygriss's aura and Klaus's arcane energy erupted in a cataclysmic explosion, sending shockwaves rippling through the arena. The force of the blast was so intense that it propelled both combatants backward, their bodies skidding across the ground as they struggled to regain their footing.
As the dust settled and the echoes of the explosion faded, Ygriss and Klaus rose to their feet, their faces etched with determination. Despite the ferocity of their clash, neither showed any signs of backing down.
"Not bad," Klaus remarked, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he locked eyes with Ygriss.
Ygriss's mind raced as he struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before him. Here he was, a seasoned warrior at the pinnacle of his training, facing off against a mere child barely twelve years old. Yet despite his experience and mastery of the sword, he found himself locked in a fierce struggle with this young upstart.
