The clash between Canna and the massive dark elf was growing fiercer by the second. Their weapons collided with brutal intensity—Canna's scythe against the dark elf's greatsword. Sparks flew with each impact, and the sheer force of their strikes reverberated through the battlefield. Canna had fought many powerful opponents, but this dark elf was different. His attacks were not only fast but carried tremendous power, forcing Canna to fight with heightened precision.
"You're good," Canna muttered under his breath as he parried another swift blow, his scythe barely managing to hold off the strength behind the dark elf's strikes. The dark elf's smirk showed that he knew exactly how much Canna was being pushed. His greatsword was an extension of his brutal strength, slashing with precision and speed that almost caught Canna off-guard.
