Victoria watched Raegar dart around the knight, exploiting every gap in its defence using all the training and experience he'd earned up until this point. The enemy's blade swung wide, carving furrows in the earth, but he was already gone, reappearing behind it to deliver a flurry of cuts that sparked against its armour.
The knight roared, its red glow pulsing with fury. Just then, the two of them clashed once again. His daggers flashed, carving arcs of blue light that forced the knight back, its crimson aura dimming. The two titans soared across the ruins, trading blows that echoed like thunder, their forms blurring into streaks of blue and red that painted the air.
Her heart swelled with pride and awe; her son, forged in the fires of their suffering, was turning the tide. This was no mere fight; it was a legend unfolding, and her youngest was the one living it.
