She lunged again, her spear aimed straight for his heart.
Northern sidestepped, bringing Gengar around in a sweeping arc.
The staff's twin blades clashed with her spear, sending a shockwave through the ground beneath them.
Dust and debris swirled around them, caught in the tempest of their battle.
The woman's eyes gleamed with a wild light as she pressed her advantage, her spear slicing through the air with a deadly elegance.
Northern met each strike desperately. There were imperfections here and there but he was honestly trying his best.
The twin blade staff, he had never used anything like it, although everything about it was perfectly resonating with him but that was not just it.
The timing of the strikes, the unconventional movements, precise and accurate calculation of his strikes, he had no control over any of those.
And was forced into a desperate defense from the lady's strikes.
