[Strength: 50]
[Speed: 42]
[Defense: 38]
[Intelligence: 36]
She was strong. There was no denying that. In his base form, Luke would have struggled to overcome her.
But under the moon?
CLANG!
Their blades met with a sharp ring of steel. Neither side possessed enough strength to overwhelm the other, yet Ilya could feel the balance slowly shifting against her.
She gritted her teeth as she met his gaze.
Those eyes held no strain.
Only amusement.
"A warrior as strong as you is wasted in a village like this," she muttered.
Without warning, she swept her leg toward his feet, attempting to throw him off balance.
Luke simply raised his leg, allowing her foot to pass beneath it. Then, with precise timing, he caught her leg between his own.
"Ah!"
Ilya's balance vanished.
She stumbled backward, and the force behind her blade faltered with her footing.
