As Miya opened his eyes, a renewed determination surged through him.
He wouldn't let Jan's strength intimidate him.
He had faced formidable opponents before and knew Jan was just one of those people.
"Noah, get up,"
From beneath the rubble where Camila's wind spell had sent him tumbling, Noah emerged, dusting himself off with a grunt.
"Yeah... I'm up," he replied, his pride slightly bruised but his determination undeterred.
"Let's give him no room to breathe,"
Miya declared as his katana ignited under his aura, its blade shimmering with an ethereal blue light.
Noah, eager to redeem himself, followed suit.
His greatsword pulsed with a warm, earthy brown aura as he advanced alongside Miya.
The two warriors stood side-by-side, a formidable duo united in their purpose.
Jan watched them approach, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.
DOOOM...DOOOM...DOOOM!
