Now faced with a second opponent when she was already having problems with the first, Zara couldn’t be more annoyed. Fuck this. So, she put her fingers to her lips and made a shrill, whistling sound.

Over the course of the next few seconds she ducked and dodged all attacks that came her way before leaping into the air and landing on Calamity’s back.

With the increased speed from Calamity, she closed the distance with the elderly wizard. Calamity charged up a breath attack, ready to unleash it when they got closer. Hearing Ingvar closing in on her, a slight smile formed on Zara’s lips, perfectly hidden by her helm.

Elder Bratha clicked his staff onto the floor, sending a blue glow into the ground and launching himself into the air.

Calamity opened her mouth and shot flames up in an arc at Elder Bratha, forcing him to use his magic to throw himself to the side.

Zara jumped off Calamity’s back, perfectly timing her jump to land on Ingvar’s shoulder. Taking him by surprise, she dug her axe into his unprotected collar, coating herself in blood. She pulled her axe out and leapt off his shoulder just in time to avoid his hand.

Ingvar’s hand swept over his shoulder at the same time that one of his curved swords clattered against the ground.

Landing on the ground, Zara grabbed the sword. Gritting her teeth, she strained every muscle in her body. A harsh growl escaped her lips as her entire body felt like it was about to burst. Her feet sunk into the ground as the massive sword was slowly lifted off the ground.

Twisting her body, she felt like her spine was going to snap, but the sword lifted further off the ground with increasing speed. Exhaling, she pushed her body to its limit and released her grip on the sword.

The sword spun through the air, heading straight for Ingvar and threatening to cleave him in two. He swung his other sword up to block it moments before he was impaled by it.

A sharp crack rung through the air as the sword in his hands shattered. The fragments scattered, scraping across his armour as the thrown sword embedded itself in his chest. The only fortunate part of this situation for Ingvar was that he had managed to block most of the force, so the sword ended up stopping before it could break through his sternum.

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Zara sprinted forward, prepared to take advantage of this situation, but was stopped by Elder Bratha.

After temporarily shaking off the horse, Bratha saw that Ingvar was injured, and new that he had to do something to give him a chance to recover. Putting himself between the two of them, he launched out a wave of flames that spread across the floor, forcing Zara to dodge back.

He pressed this advantage, sending out a torrent of miniature fireballs at her. The stream of fireballs kept Zara on her toes, but he was forced to stop when Calamity charged at him from behind, her razor sharp teeth almost latching onto his arm.

While this was happening, Ingvar grabbed the sword with both hands and forcefully ripped it out of his chest. His blood stained the blade’s edge. Left with no other choice, he wielded the sword with both hands and charged in to support Bratha.

The flames died down, letting Zara leap in and block Ingvar’s sword before it could dig into Calamity’s back.

Calamity continued to chase the wizard, pestering him with bites, kicks, and fire. Forcing him to waste his energy and be constantly on the move. Bratha was unable to provide any meaningful support to Ingvar’s battle, as he was too focused on keeping himself alive.

The injuries started taking a toll on Ingvar. His movements became just a tad bit more difficult to execute. His swings were just a little slower. And his strikes were just a little softer.

The battle started to tilt in Zara’s favour. With Calamity staving off the wizard, she only had to worry about Ingvar, who was getting weaker with every swing. Cleaving her axe through the wall, she launched the rubble at his face.

Shielding his eyes from the rubble, he felt his armour heat up. Flames lapped at his feet, latching onto his cape and engulfing it in fire. Ingvar hurried to take his cape off, one arm flailing about while the other desperately kept a hold of the sword.

Calamity circled out from behind him and continued chasing after the wizard, stopping him from being able to help Ingvar.

Zara dashed in before he could fully remove the cape, rushing him with a flurry of blows and making the situation worse for him. She used her smaller size to her advantage, forcing him to block at awkward angles otherwise she would be able to break more of his armour.

Watching the fire from the corner of her eye, she lined herself up and leapt into the air. The ground cracked beneath her from the force of her jump, her gaze firmly focused on the hole in his chest piece.

The fire climbed onto his shoulders, singeing the bloody gash and causing the pain from it to flare up. He flinched, failing to block Zara’s axe. The axe plunged into his chest, cracking his sternum.

The flaming cape fluttered to the ground as he finally managed to unlatch it. But it was too late. He dropped to his knees, wailing in pain as he was forced to let go of his sword. He desperately tried to remove the axe, but it was jammed in there too deep, and he could no longer muster up the strength to pull it out.

Zara dropped to the ground, and with one final burst of strength, used his own sword to cleave straight through his neck, bathing herself in blood and gore. She laughed in victory as blood rained down on her.

His head fell at her feet.