The battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment as the half-demon, half-dragon woman surveyed us with a predatory smile. Her wings, dark and leathery, stretched out behind her, casting a shadow over the ground. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel the fear and uncertainty radiating from our soldiers.
Seraphine stepped forward, her eyes locked onto the imposing figure before us. Her determination was unwavering, and I could see the resolve in her stance. "I'll handle this," she said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.
The woman laughed, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You think you can take me on, little demon princess? You'll regret that decision."
Without another word, the woman raised her hand, and a powerful gust of wind shot towards Seraphine. Seraphine stood her ground, raising her sword to deflect the initial blast. The wind howled around her, kicking up dust and debris, but she remained steadfast.
