Aeryon look at Ayera and sighed. And then he shook his head
The victory is decided, the one who wins and the one who lose has been determined
Ayera face is pale, her hand is shaking and her feet is unsteady. The dust rises and falls around her. Aeryon did not make any moves anymore
Nor is there any need to make any moves anymore
A palm defeated the knife. A palm supresses the sharp sword from the heart!
Magical method meeting another magical method, the one who is brave won the war!
Ayera chest right now feel like it is being obstructed and then she coughed
"Uhuk, uhuk!" her chest heaved up and down and she nearly fell down in that first cough
Ayera coughed up blood, the blood fell down from her mouth to the ground, staining the dusty ground, clumping the sands and the dirt.
Aeryon shows a bit of concern but that concerned expression only lasted for a second before it was wiped out from his face.
There is time to show mercy and there is time to stand his ground.
