Eccar saw the glimmer of shock in Miraslava's eyes after his punch, and it only fueled his excitement further. A grin spread across his face, his eyes glinting with the thrill of battle.
Without wasting a moment he launched himself forward again, using his wings to propel himself with explosive speed. In an instant, he closed the distance and appeared right in front of Miraslava with his fist already swinging using the momentum.
The punch connected with an incredible force and Miraslava was sent flying back again, her boots skidding across the ground as she struggled to regain her footing.
However, Eccar wasn't about to let up. He surged forward and his eyes still burning with the same intensity, refusing to give her even a second to breathe.
"HAAAAA!!!"
His fists flew as he roared like a wild beast, each blow landing with brutal power as he pursued her relentlessly.
Miraslava gritted her teeth, her face contorted with struggle as she tried to fend off his onslaught. But Miraslava will not be defeated now. She promised to herself, her sister, and her kind to unleash their revenge.
In a flash, her body glowed a dark crimson, a surge of power rippling through her lithe body. Her aura flared and her speed and strength spiked more, her movements becoming faster and more ferocious.
Eccar felt the shift immediately. One of his punches met her greatsword and the impact was different this time, it felt heavier and stronger. Miraslava's newfound speed allowed her to weave between his attacks, her crimson greatsword clashing against his claws as she launched a counteroffensive. Each swing of her blade was now faster and carried an unnatural strength that tested his defenses.
A flicker of surprise crossed Eccar's face, but it quickly turned into a grin of pure exhilaration. The thrill of fighting someone who could push him to his limits was exactly what he craved.
He had led the charge, he have sword that lit up like a fiery wrath that cut through her kin like a scythe through wheat, easy and quick. No Vampire could stand against him. They fell one by one, their fangs and claws proving useless against the might of his blade and the flames that erupted from his every swing.
The battlefield had been a sea of red, a mixture of Vampire blood and the crimson hue of his armor as he tore through their ranks. He was showing no mercy at all.
Miraslava still remembered the screams of her people, the sight of their bodies crumbling to ash. She remembered the rage she felt watching her kind fall and the face of the Dragonborn who had led their destruction.
It was etched into her mind like a scar that fueled her and Svetlana's hatred and gave her strength.
"I will avenge you all," she vowed as she pushed back against Eccar, her eyes burning with the same determination that had kept her alive for centuries.
With a fierce snarl, she lunged forward, her greatsword glowing brighter as she channeled more power.
Eccar saw the blade coming toward his head, aimed to decapitate him. But Eccar managed to duck just in time.
Even with his Dragon Scales, he wasn't sure if he could withstand that attack unscathed like before. At this point, Eccar realized he needed to be more careful. Even in the midst of all the thrill of the battle, he could still think clearly, showing just how sharp his mind really was.
After ducking, Eccar used his fist for an uppercut aimed at Miraslava's chin. With his speed, his attack landed perfectly. Miraslava was launched high into the air.
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