257 A Fight To The Death

Arran felt a surge of worry as he saw Brightblade sway on her feet. She had seemed invincible just a moment earlier, moving with an impossible speed, but now she looked vulnerable. Hurt, even.

Her opponent wasted no time in exploiting the opening. Seeing a chance, the Elder launched a barrage of attacks — numerous streaks of fire and lightning that shimmered with power, each of them soaring toward Brightblade with staggering speed.

For a moment, Arran feared that was the end of it. The attacks were too many, too fast, too powerful.

But just as the first streak of lightning was about to hit, there was a flicker in the air before it. The attack was suddenly deflected, sent flying into the distance. It crashed into the formation surrounding the dueling grounds a moment later, sending a ripple through the air before it dissipated.