Mana Ties, Part Fourteen

Lianna could barely keep track of what was happening. 

The fight erupted, chaos unfolding on the dimly lit streets. Nareem, wearing a sly grin, lunged towards Lianna with uncanny speed, his daggers gleaming menacingly in the faint light. Lianna, adrenaline coursing through her veins, swiftly brought her bow to the ready position, eyes focused on Nareem's every move.

Nareem's attacks were a flurry of swift, calculated strikes.

Lianna only narrowly evaded his strikes, feeling like each slash was only a hair away from cutting her. Her bowstring sang as she sent arrows whistling through the air, each aimed with precision. In response Nareem twisted and turned, moving around the projectiles with ease. 

Athene suddenly stepped in with a resolute stance.

[Oh, thank God. I don't think I could have lasted much longer.]