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Chapter 47: Helen vs Zyrith 2

Chapter 47: Helen vs Zyrith 2

Zyrith hissed, but her grin never faltered. "You drew blood," she murmured, almost reverently. Her fingers traced the wound, and the fire around her flared wildly, as if responding to her emotions. "It’s been a while since anyone’s managed that. Let’s see if you can keep up."

She thrust her hand forward, and a stream of fire shot out, snaking toward Helen like a living serpent. Helen sidestepped, but the flames twisted, following her movements. She dove to the ground, rolling to evade the attack, and sprang back to her feet, her sword at the ready.

"Persistent, aren’t you?" Helen said, her voice steady despite her labored breathing.

Zyrith chuckled. "You have no idea."

With a flick of her wrist, Zyrith redirected the flames, turning them into a swirling vortex that encircled Helen. The heat was suffocating, the air thick and oppressive. Helen clenched her teeth, her eyes darting for an opening.

Then, with a shout, she lunged forward, her sword glowing faintly as she channeled her energy into the blade. She slashed through the flames, the force of her strike dispersing the fiery prison.

Zyrith’s eyes widened slightly, and for the first time, her playful demeanor faltered. "You’re full of surprises," she admitted, her tone more serious.

Helen didn’t waste time with a reply. She charged again, her strikes relentless and precise. Each swing of her sword forced Zyrith to retreat, her movements growing more frantic as Helen pressed the attack.

But Zyrith wasn’t done. With a sharp cry, she slammed her hands together, and a massive wave of fire erupted from her body, forcing Helen to leap back.

When the flames subsided, Zyrith stood in the center of the scorched floor, her expression a mix of frustration and exhilaration. "Enough playing around," she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Helen’s grip on her sword tightened. "What are you planning now?"

Zyrith’s grin returned, but this time it was darker, more sinister. "I think it’s time I got serious," she said. She raised her hands, and the flames around her began to coalesce, swirling and twisting as they took shape.

Before Helen’s eyes, the fire solidified into a blazing sword, its edges shimmering with deadly heat. Zyrith grasped the hilt, the weapon crackling with power as she pointed it toward Helen.

"A sword?" Helen asked, her tone calm but her stance tense.

Zyrith shrugged. "I thought it’d be more fun this way. Let’s see how your little toy holds up against mine."

The both of them stared each other down, the room silent except for the crackle of Zyrith’s fiery blade. Then, as if by an unspoken signal, they both moved at once.

Their swords clashed in a burst of sparks and embers, the force of the impact sending a shockwave through the room. Helen gritted her teeth, pushing against Zyrith’s strength, but the heat radiating from the fiery sword was almost unbearable.

"You’re strong," Zyrith said, her voice filled with genuine respect. "But strength won’t save you."

Helen twisted her blade, breaking the lock, and struck again. Zyrith parried, their blades colliding in a dance of steel and fire. The room became their battlefield, every corner marked by scorch marks and shallow cuts on the walls.

Despite the intensity of the fight, Zyrith’s smile never wavered. She was thrilled, her every move brimming with excitement. "You’re making me work for this," she said, laughing. "I love it!"

Helen didn’t respond. Her focus was absolute, her movements precise as she matched Zyrith blow for blow. But she knew she couldn’t keep this up forever. The heat was draining her, and Zyrith’s magic showed no signs of weakening.

Their swords clashed again, and this time Zyrith pushed Helen back with a surge of fire, forcing her to skid across the floor. Helen steadied herself, panting, her gaze locked on Zyrith.

"You’re better than I thought," Zyrith admitted, her voice softer now. "But this is where it ends."

Helen raised her sword, her stance unwavering despite her exhaustion. "Not if I can help it."

And with that, they charged at each other once more, the battle far from over.

Helen surged forward, her sword glinting in the dim, fiery light as she met Zyrith head-on. Their blades collided with a deafening crash, sparks and embers exploding from the point of impact. Helen gritted her teeth, pushing against the fiery resistance, while Zyrith’s grin widened, her golden eyes alive with excitement.

"You’re holding back, warrior," Zyrith taunted, her fiery blade pressing harder against Helen’s steel. "Where’s that ferocity I saw earlier?"

Helen didn’t respond. Instead, she twisted her blade, breaking the lock and pivoting to strike at Zyrith’s side. Zyrith parried with ease, her movements fluid and precise, and countered with a quick slash aimed at Helen’s shoulder. Helen ducked just in time, feeling the heat of the flames sear the air above her.

Zyrith stepped back, twirling her blazing sword with effortless grace. "You’ve got skill, I’ll give you that," she said, her voice a mix of respect and amusement. "But skill only gets you so far."

Helen took a moment to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweat dripped down her face, stinging her eyes, but she kept her focus locked on Zyrith. She couldn’t afford to show weakness now.

With a sharp cry, Helen lunged again, her blade slicing through the air in a series of rapid strikes. Zyrith met each one with precision, her fiery sword leaving trails of heat and light with every movement. The room echoed with the clash of metal and the crackle of flames, the battle pushing both fighters to their limits.

"You’re determined, I’ll give you that," Zyrith said, her voice tinged with admiration. She ducked under one of Helen’s swings, her fiery blade slashing upward in a counterattack. The edge grazed Helen’s arm, leaving a burn that made her wince.

Helen stumbled back, clutching her injured arm. The pain was sharp and unforgiving, but she forced herself to stand tall. "I’m not giving up," she said through gritted teeth.