In the heated heart of the battlefield, Drakina faced Alfred with unwavering focus, her every move a testament to her calculated combat style. She briefly glanced at Ophelia, who had efficiently dealt with the underlings, a slight nod acknowledging her comrade's prowess.
That fleeting moment of distraction was all Alfred needed. With a surge of confidence, he lunged forward, his fist engulfed in roaring flames, aimed directly at Drakina. Her reaction was swift; she raised her arms in defense, effortlessly parrying the fiery punch with a calm grace.
Alfred, far from discouraged, sneered at her with a mix of disdain and amusement. "You are strong," he admitted, "but I am stronger." His voice was brimming with the arrogance of a man who believed himself unbeatable. In an instant, a more intense and ferocious burst of flame enveloped him, creating a blazing aura of raw power.