260 Last Match-2
[Third Person View.]
Vexa, her muscles coiled in a lowered stance, meticulously tracked Mary's cautious steps within the eerie silence of the arena.
*Tap.*
The deafening silence shattered as Vexa catapulted forward with unparalleled swiftness, causing Mary's muscles to tense involuntarily. Reacting on pure instinct, Mary gracefully sidestepped, allowing Vexa's agile figure to blur past her. Yet, the force of Vexa's strike found its mark, delivering a fierce blow to Mary's abdomen, eliciting a sharp gasp and a surge of agony.
The resounding thud of the collision echoed through the empty space, followed by a split-second pause filled only by the tumultuous rhythm of Mary's heartbeat, disrupted by the sudden rush of being propelled backward.
In a seamless fluidity, Mary seized Vexa's arm, harnessing her momentum to twist mid-air, deftly maneuvering herself to gain leverage. The sheer rush of adrenaline surged through her veins as she attempted to leverage Vexa's weight, seeking to assert her advantage in the gripping struggle.
Vexa, temporarily ensnared within Mary's vice-like grip, conceded to the pull of gravity, yet remained poised, ensuring a calculated distance from the ground as she fought against the downward force.
Spotting the fleeting vulnerability in Mary's hold, Vexa capitalized swiftly, executing a complex maneuver that flipped their positions. Despite finding herself grounded, Vexa exhibited a graceful yet forceful leg extension aimed at Mary's face. However, Mary's swift parry with her sword thwarted Vexa's attack, the blade carving into Vexa's shoe sole with a slicing resonance. N♡vεlB¡n: Unleashing Imagination, One Read at a Time.
Gritting her teeth against the searing pain, Vexa retaliated in an instant, driving a rapid kick towards Mary's thigh. The force disrupted Mary's equilibrium, sending her spiraling downward, her descent mirroring that of an acrobat losing balance during a high-wire act.
Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Vexa swiftly disengaged from the perplexing position she found herself in.
A mesmerizing spectacle unfolded as a slender stream of water traced down Vexa's form, gradually crystallizing into shards of ice. In an instant, multiple shards materialized, propelled by the surging water streams. With unparalleled finesse, she directed this icy onslaught towards Mary, who, having regained her composure, stood resolute.
Unwavering, Mary anticipated the imminent assault, wielding her sword with precision. Each swing annihilated the incoming shards, her movements fluid and deliberate.
Undeterred by Mary's swift defense, Vexa tapped into her mastery over water, manipulating the shards' trajectories, initiating a display that left spectators questioning the competence of these combatants.
Suddenly, the swirling waters began to morph and condense, forming a colossal watery hand that emerged from the vortex. The hand, an embodiment of Vexa's focused intent, grasped Mary gently but firmly, lifting her from the whirlpool's center.
Mary, enveloped within the grasp of the elemental construct, appeared suspended in mid-air, surrounded by the swirling waters. The spectators watched in silent wonder as Vexa, in an unexpected show of control, levitated Mary within the colossal watery hand, leaving her unable to maneuver or retaliate.
As Vexa's colossal whirlpool surged, engulfing the battleground in a breathtaking display of elemental dominance, Mary found herself ensnared within the turbulent currents. Trapped within the swirling mass, she struggled against the relentless force, her movements growing desperate as she sought a means of escape.
The churning waters closed in around her, pressing against her, threatening to suffocate her with its unyielding embrace. With sheer determination etched on her face, Mary fought against the suffocating currents, her sword an extension of her unyielding will.
Summoning every ounce of strength and resilience, Mary initiated a daring attempt to counter the engulfing waters. With swift, calculated strikes, she channeled her own energy through her blade, infusing it with a radiant burst of power.
The once-tamed currents recoiled momentarily from the radiant energy pulsating from Mary's sword. Harnessing this momentary respite, she executed a sequence of rapid, precise movements, carving a path through the spiraling waters, seeking a way out of the suffocating embrace.
The relentless onslaught of Vexa's whirlpool persisted, but Mary refused to yield. She battled against the suffocating force, her movements displaying a raw desperation as she fought for freedom. Every strike against the engulfing waters was a testament to her unwavering determination and unyielding spirit.
Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against her, Mary's resilience shone through. With a resolute gaze and unwavering determination, she pushed against the overwhelming force, each movement a desperate bid for survival within the engulfing waters.
The spectators watched in awe and admiration as Mary, amidst the suffocating torrent, displayed a breathtaking resilience but....after few minutes she failed,the pressure on her lungs increased as it was hard for her too breath, streams of blood began flowing from her nose but the way she was still trying to get out of there was something that made her seem... pitiful.
It wasn't that Vexa wasn't having tough time- she too had her difficulties in terms of keeping the spell going but whenever looked at Mary.
She looked like she'd rather die than lose before-
"Vexa Velcrow won!"
The arena fell into a hushed reverence, an unforeseen demonstration of Vexa's mastery over water. The young combatant had conjured a spectacle of such grandeur that it left all witnesses spellbound.
There was thud that indicated the fall of Mary who looked like someone close to her had died or as if she had lost everything.