"Let the battle begin!"
Immediately, Roshan bounced on the balls of her feet, her excitement blending with nerves.
"Here we go, guys! If I get flattened, make sure you avenge me!"
With that, Roshan sprinted forward, her lithe form darting across the arena like a shadow.
She sprang into the air, twisting mid-flight to unleash a series of kicks aimed at Quizig's upper body.
"Ha! Think you can keep up, General?" she taunted, her voice a blend of nerves and bravado.
Her foot connected with a clang, but Quizig blocked with ease, his arm like a shield of steel.
As soon as Roshan landed, she rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding Quizig's counter.
"Next up! Let's keep him on his toes!"
Wuxian was already moving, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he charged in with a series of fiery slashes.
"Remember, Roshan—don't get too far ahead!" he called, slicing down in an arc that left a faint trail of embers.
"Like I'd need a reminder!" she shouted back, ducking behind Quizig's back to set up another opening.
"Just cover my left!"
Wuxian struck with precision, his blade blazing as he aimed for Quizig's arms and legs, trying to find a chink in the armor.
"We have to hit together. Altan, now!"
With a bellow, Altan lunged forward, using his sheer size and power to grab hold of Quizig.
"Don't think you can shake me off so easily!" he grunted, locking Quizig in a fierce grapple and wrenching him sideways.
For a brief moment, it looked like Quizig might actually stumble.
Elliot seized the opportunity and charged in with a fierce cry, his claws extended and gleaming.
"Try clawing through this!" He slashed at Quizig's exposed side, aiming to pierce the armor that covered his torso.
Quizig, however, was prepared. He twisted his body sharply, breaking free of Altan's hold with a burst of strength and deflecting Elliot's claws with his gauntlet.
Elliot staggered back, surprised by Quizig's speed.
"Keep moving!"
Amiyan called from behind, sliding in with his daggers. He aimed for Quizig's legs, attempting to throw him off balance.
"Don't give him a chance to strike back!"
"Nice timing, Amiyan!" Roshan cheered, leaping back into the fray with renewed vigor.
She vaulted over Altan's shoulder, landing with a powerful spinning kick aimed at Quizig's side.
"Let's see if you can handle a full team attack!"
Quizig dodged, but the sheer coordination among the group made it difficult for him to counter as effectively as before.
Each time he blocked or parried, another attack came from a different angle.
It was a relentless assault, each fighter feeding off the momentum of the other.
"Stay on him, Wuxian! Go for the shoulder!"
Elliot shouted, reengaging with his claws as he aimed for Quizig's unguarded side.
Wuxian nodded, darting forward with a strike aimed directly at Quizig's shoulder joint, hoping to weaken his dominant arm.
"Don't worry, I've got him!"
Altan moved in to support, locking one of Quizig's arms in a crushing grip.
"You're tough, General, but we're just getting started!"
Quizig grunted, visibly strained as he blocked a series of coordinated strikes.
"Not bad, little warriors," he muttered, a hint of respect flashing in his eyes.
"But you'll need more than teamwork to bring me down!"
With a sudden surge of strength, Quizig broke free, his fist swinging in a powerful arc that forced everyone to jump back.
The group landed in a semi-circle around him, breathing heavily but refusing to give up.
Roshan grinned, catching her breath.
"Alright, let's switch it up! Wuxian, you take point this time."
"Fine by me," Wuxian said, twirling his sword as he advanced.
"Let's go, Roshan. Keep the pressure on!"
The group launched another wave of attacks, each member working in unison to find an opening in Quizig's ironclad defenses.
Roshan moved in with her acrobatic strikes, darting and flipping around him, while Wuxian struck with fiery precision, keeping Quizig's attention divided.
Altan charged in once more, tackling Quizig with his full weight and grappling him to the ground.
"I'll pin him down! Amiyan, go for his armor!"
Amiyan darted in, aiming his dagger at the exposed gaps in Quizig's armor, moving with fluid speed.
"Got it! Keep him still for just a moment longer, Altan!"
Elliot circled around, ready to intercept if Quizig tried to escape.
"We've almost got him! Just a few more hits!"
With Altan holding Quizig down, the others unleashed a barrage of strikes, attacking every exposed spot they could find.
Wuxian's blade left glowing scorch marks, Roshan's fists landed with sharp, rhythmic punches, and Elliot's claws raked across Quizig's armor.
Each blow seemed to chip away at Quizig's defenses, slowly wearing him down.
"Looks like the big guy's finally feeling it!"
Roshan called out, landing a hard kick to Quizig's side.
"Don't get cocky just yet!"
Quizig growled, his voice filled with a renewed intensity.
With a burst of power, he threw Altan off, regaining his footing and releasing a wave of energy that forced everyone back.
The sheer force sent them sprawling, the shock reverberating through their bodies.
Wuxian struggled to stand, using his sword to prop himself up.
"Everyone… regroup. We're not done yet."
Elliot nodded, his claws shimmering with renewed energy.
"Right. He's weakened… we just need one good opening!"
Amiyan clenched his fists, determination blazing in his eyes.
"One last push, everyone! Let's take him down!"
They charged once more, each of them driven by a mix of resolve and desperation.
Roshan's fists flew with ferocity, her movements even faster than before.
Wuxian's sword blazed as he unleashed a powerful series of slashes, his strikes like waves crashing against a shore.
Altan roared, grappling Quizig once more, using his body to block Quizig's movements and create openings.
"Focus on the legs!" Amiyan shouted.
"If we can get him down, we can finish this!"
Roshan pivoted, aiming a powerful kick at Quizig's knee while Wuxian slashed at his legs with precision.
Elliot clawed at Quizig's lower armor, hoping to destabilize him further.
Quizig staggered, one knee buckling under the combined force.
A cheer erupted from the crowd as it looked like the group might finally have the upper hand.
"Now!"
Amiyan called, raising his daggers for a final strike.
But just as they prepared to finish him, Quizig's aura flared once more, a final surge of power radiating from him like a storm.
With a single, powerful roar, he pushed them all back, his strength seeming to redouble.
The force of his power knocked them to the ground, leaving them breathless and exhausted.
Amiyan looked up in disbelief, his body aching from the strain.
"No way! He… he's still… standing?"
Quizig straightened, his gaze sharp and unyielding, though his breaths were heavy.
"I'll admit," he said, his voice filled with both respect and warning, "you've given me the best fight I've had in years."
"But victory requires more than strength. You need experience. And resolve."
The crowd exploded into cheers, chanting Quizig's name as he stood triumphant.