Katia was in the midst of a fierce struggle, every one of her movements precise and calculated. Her strikes landed with an almost instinctive mastery, her reflexes honed by years of training and an unyielding determination.
Yet, despite her agility and speed, she couldn't deliver a fatal blow to her enemy.
The demon archer, a lean creature with an incredibly supple body, seemed to dance between her attacks, dodging with a supernatural grace.
Each time she thought she'd found a weak spot, he straightened up, unshaken.
Her physical advantage was fading fast. The inner fire she drew from her fusion with the lesser elemental spirit was beginning to wane.
The duration of their bond was limited, and Katia knew it.
She could feel the elemental essence weakening inside her body. Her breathing was growing shallow, every breath more difficult than the last.
