Clang! Clang!
The sharp ring of steel on steel was the only constant sound in a maelstrom of motion.
Two figures, clashed in the center of the arena.
Lyra's eyes had narrowed to vertical slits, the mark of her Wild Instinct running rampant. Her movements were a blur of savage grace as she relentlessly pressed her attack. With every swing of her twin short swords, a vicious arc of flame lashed out.
Aurelion, his stance low to the ground, met the onslaught. His spear was a crackling extension of his will, deflecting blade and fire alike, but he was being driven back.
With each parry, sparks erupted, but the waves of heat and the sheer force of her assault forced him to cede ground, one step at a time.
The scorching air rippled around them as Lyra's fire began to lick across the stone floor of the arena.
"Stop running away!" Lyra roared, her frustration fueling the fire in her veins. She broke her advance and leaped, coiling her body in mid air.
