Fighting Ragnar

PUNCH! KICK! DODGE!

The clash between us was like two forces of nature colliding—a storm of power that surged through the air. Ragnar was relentless, his speed and precision testing every ounce of my reflexes.

The fight kicked off with a bang, Ragnar charging at me with crazy speed. I barely had time to react, but my muscles were primed, and I shifted just in time to dodge a punch that would've taken my head off. The air around us buzzed with energy, and the ground hummed beneath our feet, amplifying every movement, every shift in the wind, every subtle change in his stance.

"Not bad!" I said, ducking under another one of his strikes. "But speed alone won't win you this fight."