The clash between Gray and the Mad Witch was nothing short of ferocious. Her hideous form lunged with unnatural speed, her clawed hands swiping at him like scythes, each strike carrying enough force to cleave stone. Yet Gray's movements were sharp and calculated. His sword, an imposing hunk of iron, whistled through the air with deadly precision.
In mere seconds, the two clashed dozens of times, their strikes creating shockwaves that rattled the walls of the cavern. Gray's sword carved into her hide repeatedly, each blow spraying black acidic substance that hissed as it hit the ground.
Yet, to his growing frustration, the Mad Witch didn't falter.
Her monstrous form, with its twisting limbs and deranged features, seemed almost eager to receive his attacks. Each wound elicited only cackling laughter from her ugly mouth, her bloodshot crimson eyes glowing brighter with madness.