Vincent, his presence radiating a dark and menacing aura, advanced towards Drakina and Ophelia with a slow, deliberate pace. His movements were confident and calculated, each step bringing him closer to his overwhelmed opponents.
Drakina and Ophelia, battered and exhausted, braced themselves for his approach, their faces etched with fatigue and determination. They were clearly on the defensive, struggling to keep up with Vincent's relentless assault.
As Vincent closed in, he raised his knife high, the weapon glinting menacingly in the dim light of the battlefield. "This is the end for you both," he said, his voice cold and resolute. The tone of his voice carried a sense of finality, a declaration of the inevitable conclusion he saw before him.