The battle between the two raged on, each attack aimed to kill. Sparks flew with every clash, illuminating the darkened sky.
Lucy's battle dress now seemed to lose its strength. It was torn in several places, and her movements, though still fast, had started to slow.
Lyka, however, was still at her peak. Her magic only seemed to grow stronger with every attack.
She stood confidently. Her power was so destructive that she didn't even need to move. Each tail was a weapon in itself, ready to strike at her command.
If not for Lucy's skill and battle instinct, she would have been completely overwhelmed by the massive gap in power between them.
"You're too weak. And you call yourself royalty?" Lyka giggled, covering her mouth with one of her tails.
Lucy's face hardened with annoyance. The insult stung deeper than she cared to admit. Had she been at her full strength, she could have taken down her enemy in an instant.
