Blood and sweat streamed down Miss Khaya's face as she ducked beneath another one of Ronin's relentless strikes. Yet once again, she failed to find an opening to strike his back.
'I need to find a weakness.' Miss Khaya pressed her lips into a thin line. 'But how?'
She scanned her surroundings, and an idea struck her when she spotted several medium-sized boulders nearby. Without hesitation, she swung her spear with all her strength, hurling the rocks toward Ronin.
"Take this!"
The rocks hurtled toward him. Ronin swept his katana through the air, slicing each one apart. His attention shifted to the incoming projectiles, giving Miss Khaya the opening she needed.
'Now's my chance.'
Mana enveloped her legs as she surged forward, closing the distance in an instant. She darted behind Ronin, pivoted, and thrust her spear toward his back before he could react.
"Die!"
