Looks like I won.

Ryan's legs thudded against the earth as he descended, his determined gaze fixed on his target. With a swift and fluid motion, he swung his hand, wielding the blazing sword like an extension of his very will. The weapon's searing arc sliced through the air, leaving a trail of scorching flames in its wake.

The sword's edge met the resistance of the atmosphere, igniting the surrounding oxygen into a frenzied dance of flames. A torrent of fire surged forth, a voracious

beast unchained, hurtling relentlessly toward Rugard.

Rugard stood motionless, an enigmatic figure in the midst of the impending inferno. His eyes, a luminous shade of viridian, radiated an eerie luminescence that seemed to absorb and reflect the encroaching conflagration. His unwavering posture belied a calm confidence, as if he had anticipated this fiery confrontation.