Another body dragged out of the arena.
"Elena Farseer."
A girl with dark hair and fixed gaze descended without saying anything. Her hands moved with precision. She formed figures in the air, translucent structures that floated around her.
She didn't attack first.
She waited.
The chimera advanced.
The structures reacted on their own. They interposed in the trajectory, deflecting the impact, absorbing part of the force. Elena moved between them, repositioning them, guiding the combat.
The rhythm changed.
The creature began to fail.
An opening.
Elena took advantage.
One of the structures compressed and pierced through the chimera's side with a clean impact. It wasn't enough to bring it down, but it was enough to stop it.
Morgana raised her hand.
"Enough."
Elena lowered her hands.
She breathed faster, but remained standing.
"Acceptable."
The combat ended there.
The flow continued.
Names.
Attempts.
Errors.
Blows.
Some lasted longer.
Others barely a few seconds.
