[Samael Ashwood's]
"Okay, Now I am bored..." I muttered as I parried the incoming sharp claws without even looking at the spectral panther. The beast had been relentless, but it was becoming predictable. Every move, every shadowy tendril, felt like a repetition of the last. The labyrinth's challenge was losing its edge.
With a swift flick of my wrist, I deflected another shadow attack, my sword crackling with lightning. "I expected more from you," I taunted, narrowing my eyes at the panther. "Is this really all the labyrinth has?"
The panther's molten eyes flared in response, but there was a hesitation in its movements, as if it was starting to realize that its tactics were no longer working. It circled me cautiously, waiting for an opening, but I wasn't about to give it one.
