Isabella gritted her teeth, managing to deflect the arrow with her staff.
She was clearly focused on keeping her distance while preparing another spell. The battle was becoming a test of endurance and strategy, and I knew I couldn't afford to make mistakes.
Finally, Isabella found an opening and launched a powerful wind blade toward me.
I dodged to the side, the wind razor narrowly missing me but cutting through the air with a sharp hiss. I needed to end this quickly before she could wear me down.
I focused on her movements, anticipating her next attack. As she prepared another spell, I drew my bow for one last, decisive shot. I let the arrow fly, aiming for her staff.
The shot was precise, and the arrow struck the staff, causing Isabella to lose her grip on it. The staff clattered to the ground, leaving her vulnerable.
Isabella looked at her fallen staff with a mix of disbelief and frustration.