Not far from the violent clash between Myles and Red, Clara's battle had already escalated into something far more one-sided than before. The fragile balance they once maintained shattered under the growing pressure of her relentless assault.
The rhythm that had once defined their exchanges no longer existed, replaced by a continuous stream of attacks that gave her opponent no room to breathe, no time to think, and certainly no opportunity to regain control of the fight.
The spearwoman of the elite troops still fought back with refined technique. Her weapon cut through the air with practiced precision as she deflected Clara's thrusts and attempted to counter whenever a narrow opening appeared.
Despite the increasing pressure, that crooked sneer remained on her lips. Her confidence refused to fade as she twisted her spear to redirect another incoming strike.
