His Legendary Journey Has Just Begun!

Oliver’s swordplay was nothing short of mesmerizing. He weaved through the air with a fluid grace, his every movement precise and swift. Each strike of his blade was an elegant flourish, a perfect display of both skill and control. It was as though the sword was an extension of his body, and each motion was a dance in battle.

Davis, on the other hand, was being relentlessly pushed back. With every step Oliver took, he found himself further cornered, unable to get a magical scrolls off. His injuries were mounting, each one a reminder of his failure to break free from Oliver's assault. His once-proud stance had deteriorated into one of desperation, and the sheer shame of it was almost too much to bear.