Azalea moved in a sharp and precise manner as she practically ran circles around Savage. Every time Savage was positive that he had managed to predict her next course of action, his spear would be introduced to a mere phantom of Azalea herself.
The times that he did come close to striking her, Azalea would always just barely evade his attack as if luck was on her side. However, Savage knew that luck was something that happened once or twice, not five or more times. If that was truly the case, then he would be the unluckiest person ever!
"You're quick, I'll give you that! But your attacks are like little insect bites!" Savage said as he roared with laughter and thrust his spear into the ground beneath him creating a small crater and a concentrated explosion around him.
BOOM!