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>The air hummed in a sharp song of ringing steel
>Clash after clash, a percussion of violence that shattered the field's peace
>Spotlighted by the harsh noon sun, we executed our deadly dance
>My opponent was a mountain of articulated black and gold plate, a living fortress tusked with crimson scythes
>I was an impossible blur of sliver of iron and sapphire
>The Haxorus snarled, its reptilian eyes swiveling, unable to track the phantom it was fighting
>Its left arm hung uselessly limp. Its pristine armor was already riddled with my shallow, exploratory cuts
>It bellowed, a sound of pure, artless fury, and the ground shook
>A vibrant cascade of purple-black flames erupted, encircling the dragon in a defensive wall
>I pulled back my strike, my blue sash searing as it kissed the edge of the draconic fire
>The Haxorus burst from the inferno, its twin axes blazing with a torrent of draconic energy. It was desperate to finish this bout in one clumsy, overwhelming strike
>Foolish. I expected nothing less. They were all so painfully predictable
>My scabbard was already high above, soaring in a perfect arc above the thundering beast
>I let reality bleed, darting into the shadow it cast upon the sun-baked grass
>The Haxorus's tusk tore through nothing but inky fragments in a near-miss
>I emerged from the shadow behind it as a silver streak dashing upwards
>I caught my scabbard in a silent pirouette, the world gently spinning before the point of my blade took aim
>The air screamed as I descended, a silver tear falling from the heavens
>My edge met the thick plating of its back, the impact a dull, unsatisfying thud
>The resulting shockwave flattened the wild flora for yards in every direction
>I became a blur again, my blue sash streaming violently in my own wake
>I struck again. And again. Faster and faster still in a whirlwind of cuts
