At the center of the western engagement, Baaron danced with two opponents.
Klein hovered above him, casting spells that pulled columns of water from the ruptured plumbing beneath the venue's foundations. Waves rose and crashed around Baaron's position, each strike aimed to sweep him off his feet or crush him beneath the pressure of water.
Sierra circled him from thirty meters out, her longbow drawn to full tension, a fresh arrow nocked with each release. Her unique class was nothing to scoff at, providing her with the ability to use the four basic elements in her arrows, amplifying their powers.
She switched her elemental affinities based on Baaron's positioning, punishing his mistakes.
Baaron was losing against the two Ascenders. But he wasn't out of the fight just yet. His cleaver moved fast enough to shred incoming water columns before they could do any significant damage, and his footwork carried him through Sierra's arrows.
His physical conditioning was a sight to behold.
