The arena roared with cheers and gasps as Esther darted around, evading the ten swords Dorothy had summoned. Each blade moved with a deadly precision, slashing through the air like streaks of silver lightning. Esther's breaths grew labored as she leaped and rolled, barely avoiding each strike. The sheer number of swords overwhelmed her; no matter how fast she moved, they were faster. A sudden stumble brought her to her knees, panting heavily.
One of Dorothy's swords gleamed menacingly as it shot toward Esther with blinding speed. Her eyes widened in panic, frozen for a heartbeat that felt like eternity.
