Tournament Arc: Multi-Headed Hydra (5)

Previously

As she listened to Raegis's giggles echoing through the trees, Amelia couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rising within her. This wasn't just a friendly spar anymore. It had become a battle of pride, and she refused to be seen as weak or helpless.

Closing her eyes, Amelia took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure. She knew she needed a plan, a strategy that would give her the upper hand. Raegis was skilled in close-quarters combat, adept at dodging and countering. Amelia needed to find a way to catch her off guard, to exploit a weakness.

Her mind raced, considering every possibility. The elements she wielded were powerful, but their direct approach had proven ineffective. She needed subtlety, finesse, and an element of surprise.

Amelia's eyes fluttered open, determination gleaming within them. She had a plan. With newfound resolve, she stepped away from the tree, the ethereal glow of her magic intensifying.