Mikhailis barely had time to draw breath as Vyrelda launched another strike at him, her blade cutting through the air with a speed that seemed impossible for a weapon of its size. Each strike carried such force that the ground under him shuddered when it missed, and Mikhailis found himself constantly on the defensive. His newly evolved body strained under the barrage; every muscle felt like it was ready to snap under the pressure.
She's just too strong, Mikhailis thought as he ducked beneath a horizontal slash, the blade passing mere inches above his head.
He rolled to the side, his hands brushing against the cold earth, and quickly regained his footing. Vyrelda was already advancing again, her eyes focused, determined, her expression calm despite the ferocity of her attacks.