Rachel hated to admit it but she truly believed she was in over her head right now. Even as she was dying, Lily seemed to exude a confidence that ate away at Rachel's own.
While she was technically a mage, she still maintained a considerable degree of hand to hand combat proficiency. Yet when Lily began to match her attacks, blow for blow, even her confidence in that wavered.
It was like fighting a mirror. Every move she made was countered with an identical move. No matter what she did, she couldn't find a gap to exploit.
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Small, stinging hits, but they chipped away at her all the same. The ground shook under every impact. One misstep and she would take a full burst.
A spinning roundhouse kick sliced through the air. Rachel countered with one of her own. The air cracked from the force, and both fighters landed at the exact same time. Their eyes locked, and Rachel finally saw what had felt so wrong.
