Rita raised her dagger to block the incoming antlers, wings of light spreading wide as she soared into the air, dodging the wind blades sweeping in from below. She struck out with a whip-kick at the moon bear's side, twisted her wrist, and slashed her dagger past the antlers, aiming straight for the bear's eyes. At the same time, from within her wings of light, a fire dragon began to awaken—that was Drunkfire Cooking!
She had already held out for seven minutes under GodDraw77's relentless assault and had launched countless counterattacks in return.
She was improving. Constantly. But every time she began to get a rhythm, GodDraw77 would adjust her attack frequency and pattern, forcing her back into defense.
Neither of them paused—not their blades, nor their mouths.
"Too weak. Too damn weak!"
"Teacher, please don't be so hard on yourself. It's okay."
"I'm talking about you!"
