The cave trembled violently, each *DUM* *DUM* *DUM* of its quaking walls echoing our furious battle. Debris rained down in slow cascades, dust swirling around us as sparks flew with every clash of steel.
Braun and I fought like beasts, our weapons tearing through the air, each strike bringing us closer to death—or victory.
Braun swung his Chopper relentlessly, the massive blade chained to his arm giving him the ferocity of a berserker. Each attack was like a storm, the weapon smashing into walls, shattering stone, and sending rubble flying. I moved like water, spinning, turning, evading, and deflecting his blows with my dagger. Every strike pushed me further to bring our more energy, every swing was narrowly countered.
"What happened, Mister Hero?" Braun taunted, his voice mocking me as he swung again, the chain rattling ominously. "Why so light on your feet? Is the great hero afraid to stand his ground?"
"Hmph.." I did, with not much expression.
