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You and Seyra stare at each other, paused, catching your breath while watching for the slightest twitch. The room around you is a blank canvas with no features; with a press of a button, sections of the floor and walls can be altered to give a more broken-up battlespace. The more surfaces there are, the better you fight with Ataru, you can use them as springboards for your subsequent attacks. Reaching out with a groping, invisible limb, it snakes to the control panel and depresses the switch. A low hum of working machinery is born as the world around you begins to change. Pillars sprout from the ground, growing upward like synthetic trees, and parts of the floor depress to form sloped sections.
“A change of terrain won’t save you, Vulfstahn.” Seyra sing as she begins to skip towards you with a proud gait.
“Save me? I was just making our surroundings a bit more interesting; a bland emptiness doesn’t really do it for me. But I can revert it if you ask nicely and bat those pretty eyes for me.”
Seyra gives a shake of her head, rejecting your idea with scorn. “Oh, Force no, I do not want to hear any excuses after I win. But then, as I will be playing with your mind, I don’t think you will ever think a bad thing about me again. I will make you as obedient to me as your trollop is to you.”
The Arkanian Offshoot launches herself at you. You dodge to your left and bounce off the side of a pillar, throwing yourself upwards on top of a raised platform. Racing like a possessed demon, Seyra follows and unleashes a whirlwind of steel towards you as you try to hack at her. Precariously balanced, you jump backwards onto another raised ledge in a short retreat. As you land, you throw yourself forward into Seyra, who charged after you. Colliding in the air, you slam into her, sending her tumbling to the floor. Diving down like a hawk onto helpless prey, you follow her to land a finishing blow.
Using the momentum of her fall, Seyra tumbles out of reach before leaping upon you. Without a second to breathe, you dodge and parry, fighting hard to block the savage slashes and pinpoint strikes. Stepping into your guard, Seyra tries to hack her blunt blade into your chest, only to be denied with a weak parry. Stepping back to create space between you, you trip. The slash was not meant to harm you, but to hide her foot hooking your ankle. Her heel plummets down upon your sprawled form, landing a bone-shattering blow on your chest.
