Deadly woman

Their blades danced, sparks flying with each collision. Mara's sword aura sliced through the air, forcing Jaegar to evade and counter. She moved with a grace and precision that left him in awe. Her strikes were lightning-fast, and her footwork was impeccable.

She pushed him back with a powerful swing of her long blade, and Jaegar's mist sword dissipated into the air. He cursed under his breath, realizing that he couldn't rely solely on his Chaos Arts. Mara's sword aura was a force to be reckoned with.

Both of them had stopped, creating a huge gap between them. Jaegar's chest heaved with breath, and his hands trembled slightly as he clasped them tightly. 

On the other side, Mara was standing, leaning to the side with the support of her long sword. 

The other men were watching the fight unfold. They were focused on Mara, their leader, and they were also watching Jaegar and couldn't help but admire him, he was able to last this long with their leader.