Sharon moved through the battlefield, her body twisting and spinning, each strike of her sword precise and unyielding. The enemies kept coming, relentless and well-coordinated, but to her own surprise, she felt no hesitation. Her movements were fluid, her strikes powerful, each motion followed by an opening created by Draven—as if the two of them had trained together for years. It was uncanny, almost surreal how perfectly they fit into each other's fighting rhythm.