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"This should be interesting," Esdeath mused, a predatory grin creeping across her face.
Artoria, ever composed, cast her a sidelong glance. "Don't let your guard down. Carmilla and d'Eon are formidable opponents."
Across the battlefield, a mocking laugh rang out.
"My, how precious," Carmilla purred, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "But even the King of Knights has little hope with a partner so... bloodthirsty."
Esdeath's grin only widened. "I don't need hope. Just power."
Without hesitation, Artoria charged, Excalibur gleaming as she sliced through the misty air toward Carmilla.
The Vampire Countess met her with a chilling smile, raising a clawed hand wreathed in dark energy. Their blades-one of holy light, the other of twisted malice-clashed, sending a shockwave through the battlefield. Neither combatant gave an inch.
Carmilla's lips curled in delight.
"Oh, how I do enjoy the struggle."
She lunged, her clawed strikes swift and relentless, forcing Artoria to pivot, block, and counter in rapid succession. Each strike tested the limits of her resolve.
Esdeath, meanwhile, turned her gaze to d'Eon, who stood poised in a defensive stance. Their rapier gleamed, fluid and graceful, like water flowing between Esdeath's cracks of ice.
"I don't enjoy playing with my enemies for long," Esdeath said casually, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "But for you? I think I'll make an exception."
She flicked her wrist.
A wave of razor-sharp ice spears erupted from the ground.
D'Eon's movements were like a dance, effortlessly dodging and weaving through the deadly assault.
"Brute force alone won't win you this fight," d'Eon quipped, smoothly deflecting another icy barrage.
Esdeath smirked. "We'll see how long you last."
She raised her hand. The temperature plummeted.
"Baal."
A surge of raw, draconic energy exploded from her body. Azure scales formed across her limbs, twin horns sprouted from her head, and a gleaming jewel embedded itself in her forehead. The air around her crackled with overwhelming power.
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D'Eon's grip tightened. "Tch..."
Then, in a blink, they lunged.
Their rapier became a blur, each thrust and feint executed with perfect precision. Esdeath, now transformed, met every strike with calm confidence, her movements sharper, faster, deadlier.
To an outsider, their battle wasn't a fight-it was an intricate dance, an exchange of skill and deadly intent.
Meanwhile, Artoria and Carmilla's ferocious duel reached its climax.
