She lunged at him, her blades igniting with fire and wind, a storm of fury unleashed upon the otherworlder. Their weapons clashed, the sound of steel against steel reverberating through the chamber.
But the spear-wielder was fast—faster than anyone Lily had ever faced. He sidestepped her strike with a casual grace, his spear spinning in his hand as he parried her next attack with effortless precision. Every movement he made was controlled, deliberate, as though he were toying with her.
"I see the desperation in your eyes," the otherworlder said, his voice calm as he blocked another one of Lily's strikes. "You think you can avenge your friends by killing me, don't you?"
Lily didn't respond, her focus sharpened on every movement he made. Her strikes were relentless, fire and wind combining in a deadly dance as she attacked with everything she had.
