Time passed swiftly after the battles commenced and currently, Seris stood in the ring with predatory grace, dual crimson daggers spinning lazily in her grip, the weapons' obsidian edges glinting under the arena's harsh lights.
Her white braid swayed with each step, blood-red eyes locked on her opponent—a Third Calamity human general, clad in heavy black armor etched with defensive runes, his spear long and tipped with a jagged blade that hummed with restrained power. His face was stern, scarred from countless wars, eyes calculating as he assessed her.
The barriers sealed with a low hum.
The general charged without preamble—disciplined fury in every step, spear thrusting forward in a straight, precise line aimed at her heart, Law of Strength at 90 % making the weapon feel like a battering ram.
CLANG!
