Khillea vs Castor and Pollux

"Are you sure about this, brother?" Pollux's voice carried a rare tension as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The two of them surged toward Khillea at a breakneck pace, the pounding of their horses' hooves echoing like distant thunder across the battlefield.

Castor glanced at him with a teasing grin, his confidence as unshakable as ever. "Are you worried, Pollux? About a woman, of all things?" he quipped, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk.

"She isn't just any woman," Pollux replied, his voice sharper than usual. His grip on the reins tightened as his gaze flicked to their quarry.

Ahead of them, Khillea moved through the chaos like a specter of death, her every action precise and devastating. She dispatched her foes with an almost terrifying efficiency, cutting them down as if they were nothing more than blades of grass before a scythe. Each motion was deliberate, economical, and utterly devoid of hesitation.