Yes, there was not a moment to lose, and Seraphina immediately went after Mitrass.
This could not fail.
Oryx was busy with Noha, and Mitrass had never been his priority.
Bang!
"Argh!..."
Another contest of attacks and exchanges between Seraphina and Mitrass began.
This time, Seraphina seemed to have the physical advantage in the exchanges, and Mitrass was the one who seemed to have to give his all to withstand the heavy, fast, unpredictable and flexible attacks of Seraphina, whose art now made it clear how overwhelmingly superior it was to her own.
In fact, not even three exchanges passed when Mitrass felt that the chances of losing were absolute.
He felt it even more vividly when Seraphina's spear broke through his guard and slipped through his defense, wounding his side.
Mitrass felt the chill of death. It was not a skill like Oryx's; it was a sensation born of his experience as a warrior who had seen death up close.
