As the tension hung in the air, Amara's patience waned. She couldn't afford to wait any longer for the sheep to make its move. With determination burning in her eyes, she ducked down slightly, her fingertips tingling with a vibrant blue glow. The ground beneath her seemed to respond, as if awakened by her touch.
And then it began—a ripple of coldness surged through the earth, spreading outward from Amara as the epicenter. The frozen tendrils of her power snaked through the soil, wrapping around the legs of the surrounding monsters like icy shackles. Within moments, their bodies were encased in a crystalline embrace, transforming them into statues of frozen terror.
It was a sight to behold—the once ferocious horde, now immobilized in an ethereal dance of ice and stillness. But the frostbite of Amara's power was selective, sparing the human warriors from the icy grip. It was as if the freezing ground possessed a discerning eye, choosing only the monstrous souls as its captive audience.
With the battleground transformed into a frozen tableau, Amara took advantage of the icy terrain she had created. She glided effortlessly across the frozen expanse, her movements fluid and graceful. The ice seemed to obey her every command, offering her both stability and speed.
The giant sheep, witnessing Amara's newfound advantage, charged forward in a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation. But the slippery surface of the ice betrayed the sheep's massive bulk, causing its legs to lose traction and its balance to falter. It struggled to maintain its footing, its hooves scrabbling for purchase on the treacherous ground.
Closing in on the sheep, Amara conjured an icy sword in her hand, its translucent blade glistening with an otherworldly beauty. She lunged forward, aiming for the left eye of the giant beast, her strike infused with precision and intent.
The giant sheep, caught off guard by Amara's swift and calculated attack, froze in its tracks. A primal cry of pain and defeat reverberated through the battlefield as the blade pierced its eye, plunging deep into its skull. The once imposing figure crumpled to the ground, its life extinguished in a chilling finale.
...
With the dust of the battlefield subsiding, Ren sauntered over to Amara, a mix of awe and concern plastered on his face. He couldn't help but give her a well-deserved round of applause for her mind-blowing improvement. His lips curled into a subtle grin, a silent nod to her remarkable progress.
'Her control of her powers level up!'
But then reality hit hard, and Amara's fatigue hit even harder. Her body sagged, her eyes fluttering shut as if she couldn't bear to stay awake any longer. Ren's expression morphed into worry lines and furrowed brows, realizing just how drained she was from the battle.
In a tender display of care, Ren scooped Amara into his arms, cradling her as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. His gaze locked onto her serene face, a mixture of affection and protectiveness shining through his eyes. With a voice as soothing as a lullaby, he offered her words of comfort amidst the chaos surrounding them.
"Hey there, Amara," Ren whispered, his voice a calming balm amidst the storm. "You've done something incredible. Now, it's time to rest and recharge. We'll take it from here, and trust me, we're gonna rock this battle."
Slowly and tenderly, Ren settled Amara on the ground, making sure she was comfortable and at ease. His fingers brushed against her cheek, gently tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
He knew that beneath Amara's icy exterior, there was vulnerability, a softer side that he had come to cherish.
"Now, let's see Takashi's battle..." Ren muttered. In his view, only Takashi among their group can match him.
...
The focus shifted to another part of the battlefield where Takashi, his vibrant red hair resembling flickering flames, stood with an air of unwavering determination. His eyes blazed with an otherworldly crimson hue, reflecting the fiery power that coursed through his veins.
In a sudden surge of energy, Takashi clenched his fist, releasing a torrent of orange flames that engulfed his hand. The scorching heat radiated around him, creating a mesmerizing display of raw power. As he leaped gracefully into the air, a magnificent tattoo depicting a fearsome fire dragon materialized on his left shoulder, its intricate details swirling with life.
With a resounding cry that pierced the chaos of the battlefield, Takashi bellowed, "For the South, taste my fiery dragon fist!" His voice reverberated with a fierce determination, carrying the weight of his burning spirit and unwavering resolve.
In response, the two formidable monsters, their towering figures exuding pure muscular strength and with dark green skin that hinted at their formidable nature, turned their menacing gazes towards Takashi. The grotesque sight of tentacles writhing on their backs added an eerie touch to their already fearsome presence.
Without hesitation, the monsters coordinated their assault, launching their massive fists at Takashi in a synchronized attack. One fist versus two—a daunting challenge for any warrior. But Takashi's fiery determination matched the intensity of his flame-covered fist.
The clash of titanic forces echoed through the air as Takashi's flaming fist collided with the onslaught of the monsters' colossal fists. The searing flames danced and writhed, threatening to consume everything in their path. The power emanating from Takashi's strike was so intense that it seemed to cook the very air around them, turning the battlefield into a scorching inferno.
Yet, even amidst the breathtaking display of strength, Takashi could not escape unscathed. The sheer force of the monsters' combined attack reverberated through his body, causing him to cough up blood. The impact was jarring, a reminder that his two opponents were S-ranks just like him.
Despite the pain and the taste of blood on his lips, Takashi's resolve remained unshaken.
"Well, you are powerful." One of the monster look at his green fist that almost turned black. Takashi's fist scorched the outer layer of skin which was strong enough to block most S-rank swords.
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