Silvy rolled her eyes as she stepped forward.
"You're seriously going to fight me with that attitude? I was hoping for at least a little excitement."
Rachael didn't respond. She raised her hands, muttering under her breath as runes sparked to life around her fingertips.
A deep purple curse mark lit the air between them and she thrust it forward, targeting Silvy's legs.
But Silvy was fast—blindingly fast. Before the rune could lock on, she had already flipped backwards and landed gracefully on her toes. Her counterattack came swiftly: a spin, a flash of her dagger, and a burst of wind that knocked Rachael's balance.
Rachael scrambled to recover, casting another series of curses in desperation. She was skilled—but too slow. Silvy read her every move like an open book.
Moments later, Rachael was flat on her stomach, face pressed sideways into the dirt.
