The air was heavy with tension as Braun and Seraphine stood facing each other in the center of the chaos-ridden arena. The big body of Braun, his muscles bulging grotesquely, was like a living mountain of rage. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Seraphine, gleaming with intense fury.
In the opposite, Seraphine's stance was steady, her blade held firmly before her, but her eyes carried a hint of uncertainty.
"Seraphine…" I muttered, stealing a glance at her as I dodged a reckless swing from one of the bandits. Her form was tense, yet there was something about the way she stood—something resistant against the battle she is facing.
"Are you ready to die, girl?" Braun growled, his voice a deep that seemed to shake the ground beneath him. "I'll crush you into nothingness for Master Darius!"
Seraphine didn't flinch. She raised her sword higher, the tip steady as it pointed toward Braun. "You talk too much," she said coldly.