The battle in the arena raged on fiercely. Catrine, on the defensive, was being bombarded by a relentless flurry of attacks.
Misha, a Fifth Awakening, was a sword master.
Her speed, strength, and combat intuition were extraordinary.
Even Catrine appeared cornered. Yet, anyone paying close attention would have noticed that she wasn't truly trapped.
She was merely holding a defensive stance, not planning to strike back. Every one of Misha's attacks was effortlessly parried by her sword.
Perhaps growing bored, Catrine finally made her move.
As Misha's blade aimed for her neck, Catrine ducked and slipped past it. She twisted her body and delivered a sharp kick to Misha's back, throwing her off balance.
Seizing the opportunity, Catrine pulled back her right hand and pressed it firmly against Misha's back.
Simultaneously, she lifted Misha's left arm and kicked the back of her leg, forcing the girl to her knees.
"You lose," Catrine said flatly.
