Sylphy, who was floating above the battlefield, watched the beastkin fall one after another. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she pumped both fists into the air.
"Yay! Yay! That's it, Azrynn! Keep going! Beat them all up!"
She seemed to be enjoying herself far more than she should have, enthusiastically cheering as the storm continued to rage around them.
Azrynn, meanwhile, showed no sign of slowing down.
She moved through the swirling dust, her daggers flashing whenever an opponent came within reach. Every movement was deliberate. She never wasted an attack, nor did she give her enemies enough time to recover.
Suddenly, a loud metallic clash rang through the storm.
CLANG!
Azrynn's dagger was intercepted by a sword that appeared in front of her. Sparks scattered as the two weapons collided.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
Iki stood before her, his sword held firmly in both hands. His expression was tense, and his breathing had become noticeably heavier.
