Javir gritted her teeth, her hands raised as she pushed against Belstadt, forcing her back.
"You're... not winning this," she managed, her voice strained but defiant.
Melisa panted, breathing in and out quickly, her grip on her wand tightening until her knuckles turned white.
[I think we're just about reaching our limits here,] she thought, looking around. [We have to end this. I really don't want to see what Belstadt has in store for us once we're all exhausted and spent.]
She took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Belstadt, her determination hardening.
[All I need is one more opening. That blue-flame spell fucking hurts. If I can just land it one more time...]
"Raven, Armia," Melisa's voice was steady. "Let's finish this."
Raven nodded, her knives at the ready, her expression fierce. Armia stepped forward, her sword raised.
Then, together, they moved, their focus on Belstadt, their determination unwavering.
