Celina's eyes were locked against Beda. At least, she was already aware that Beda was aiming at killing her. It was as if that was the reason for her duelling with her.
Celina didn't say more. She moved in, fast and low, slicing horizontally. Beda blocked with her ice arm, which cracked but held.
Celina followed with a jab to her throat, but Beda used the wind to push her back again. It became a deadly rhythm... slash, parry, spell, evade, strike.
The crowd outside was wowed with the fight. Eira clasped her palm, praying for Celina's victory.
"Aetherius really went all in to train that girl. I heard she's weak," Vlad folded his arms.
"She's trying to kill Celina," Eira spoke with a worried look on her face.
"She'll never be able to hurt Celina. Don't worry," Vlad smirked.
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Each of Beda's attacks was sharp, fast and almost too perfect. She was trained by a dragon after all. A dragon that has lived for so long and has seen a lot of battles.
