Final Line (2)

MIA STIL'S POV:

My mind was unable to think about my friend as I was forced to concentrate on surviving every blow that Ares sent my way. His attacks were nothing like the last time we had clashed, every strike pushing me back.

Even if I tried to disengage and create distance, the S-rank closed the newly-created space immediately, using his momentum to punish me for my escape attempt. There was no running from him, my entire body being forced to continue fighting a battle that I couldn't win.

I dashed forth, waiting for Ares's strike. He slashed outwards, my body vaulting over the attack instinctively as I landed behind him gracefully. The spear within my hands shattered immediately as I extended my arms towards Ares.

A beam of glacial frost shot out, shooting right towards the back of the S-rank. Ares turned around as an invisible aura of earth surrounded his palms. He put his free hand forth, absorbing the attack and wielding his spear in the other.