Moon threw everything into keeping the archer occupied.
Both blades whirled, ice and lightning, and he pressed the elf with every combination he had, but the power gap punished him at every turn.
When he parried its arrows now, the sheer force behind them hammered through his guard and flung him backward, boots skidding across the snow, tens of meters covered in a single knockback before he could plant himself and charge back in.
Each exchange was a losing trade of positioning, and he had to spend precious seconds closing the distance again and again just to stay in the elf's face to avoid giving it the advantage of long-range attacks.
The Beast Soul was fading fast, down to its last hits. Even with his healing, it was difficult to keep it alive.
'I might have to recall it back…I can't afford to lose such a powerful Beast Soul'
