"Stop dodging and start blocking, Rouge!"
I raised my staff in apprehensive fear as the Primzahl's fists flew right at me at a speed that I could barely keep up. I was managing to dodge or deflect some of the more powerful blows, but with each hit that I was forced to block, the more I inched closer to the edge of the hill. I was getting bodied right now, and my back was practically ready to roll over and stumble down on the ground in failure.
And I couldn't have that! Not with our freedoms at stake here!
I spun my staff as hard and fast as I possibly could, hoping that my defense won't fail me as I felt my stomach boil with unbridled energy. I could practically hear Flare screaming at me to use my flames. And while I knew I'd use them here, was it really the right time for it? With my back against the edge and my opponent practically one hit away from completely knocking me out?
"Last chance, Rouge!"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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