"Go… Daikka!"
Ava lunged forward, her silvered blade slicing through the air with a deadly grace, the glint of steel accompanied by a low hum as it cut through resistance.
The boy, nimble but not immune to the impending danger, hastily raised his shield to meet the oncoming assault.
The clash resonated with a metallic clang, the force of Ava's strike reverberating through both combatants.
As the boy struggled to maintain his defensive stance, a primal scream erupted from his lips, a mixture of pain and desperation.
His knees buckled under the relentless pressure, yet he valiantly upheld the shield, the strain evident in the flexing muscles of his arms.
Ava, seizing the opportunity, gracefully retreated, her movements akin to a dance choreographed by the movement of battle.
