With calculated precision, she shifted her grip on one of her swords, angling the pommel toward his arm.
In a fluid, relentless motion, she struck, the blunt force slamming against the joint of his elbow.
The impact sent a sharp jolt through Illix's arm, his muscles instantly locking in pain.
She twisted the pommel sharply, her strength forcing his arm into a position that left him no choice but to release the chain.
It clattered to the ground with a heavy, metallic thud, its menace gone.
Her free hand grabbed his wrist, forcing it down as she leaned in closer, her blade hovering just inches, from his neck.
Illix struggled beneath her, but his strength was fading fast, his breaths shallow and uneven as the fight drained out of him.
The crowd erupted in cheers, the sound echoing through the arena like thunder, their excitement fueled by the sudden turn of events.
For Ilix, it was clear- the battle was no longer his to win.
