The "man" was stronger and deadlier, but Aysling was faster and more agile.

Yet they kept exchanging blows—she dodging or blocking, while he attacked, targeting her weak spots relentlessly. However, only Aysling bore wounds, and she had noticed something troubling.

Her breathing was labored. Her arms ached as she wielded the heavy knives, stretching the chain to try and entangle his feet—without success. She was tiring. Meanwhile, he seemed completely unaffected, as though his power was limitle