Serena's movements were swift, each attack flowing seamlessly into the next, her strikes honed and precise.
Yet, Julia stood unwavering, a fortress of defense, effortlessly parrying every onslaught. As Serena retreated, her mind buzzed with uncertainty.
Should I use more of my arcane powers? Serena pondered, her breaths coming fast and shallow, eyes never leaving her opponent.
Julia's stillness puzzled Serena. The battlefield echoed with the clash of swords, but Julia seemed content, her grip on her weapon casual, belying her apparent ease.
Why is she not attacking but only defending? Serena hesitated, then lunged forward, her sword gleaming in the roomlight. Her muscles tightened as she prepared for another strike, determination etched on her face. But Julia, an enigmatic calm in her eyes, remained motionless, a portrait of serenity amidst the chaos, pissing Serena even more.