The arena trembled with every move and the crowd held their breath, eyes fixed on the two fighters at the center.
Eratz lunged forward, his fist blazing with crackling energy. He swung with precision, aiming for Raya's side.
But just as he moved, an slash struck him from the side.
He skidded back, catching himself before tumbling. Without a moment's pause, he pushed forward again.
His movements were lightning fast, but Raya was ready. She parried his punch with her katana, the blade gleaming white, then jumped back smoothly.
Eratz felt another cut, this one sharper than before. He grunted, stepping back, his muscles tensing against the pain.
He glanced down, no red slash, no visible bruise, but the sensation of being slashed was all too real.
He darted to the side, trying to avoid the next strike, but Raya's eyes flashed. Another invisible slash cut through him, pushing him back like a gust of wind.
