Did they hold up? I guess that would have to consider the psyche of the person. In their perspective, from the vines that threatened to strangle them, to the random seemingly endless spikes of ice that assailed their current positions.
All the way to the movement of my feet as I swayed through their most aggressive attacks. In their perspective they didn't hold. Their weapons never found purchase amongst my soft skin, nor did their attacks ever force me into a spot of true importance.
They found themselves impotent, with nary a wound to call their own. But to me… that teamwork, the determined minds that calculated so many vectors of attack and escape. They were worthy.
They held to my expectations regardless of their inner thoughts. So that when I thrust my hand towards them, a sword appearing in my grip to try and stab the girl's throat, she countered with a shield of ice. And a parry that came from behind her back to try and blind me of any notice.
