A Bet with Slutty Evil Being!



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With a sharp command, Luce called upon his creatures to engage in battle with the ice dragon. "TYUL! KUAM! Keep the dragon from getting bored!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the icy landscape. The beasts sprang into action, lunging towards the dragon with ferocious growls and snarls.

Luce's instructions to his creatures were clear: they were to prevent the dragon from breathing its icy breath on him and to keep it occupied for as long as possible.

The summoner knew that he himself could not withstand the full force of the dragon's breath, so he relied on his creatures to take the brunt of the attack.

Despite the daunting size of the dragon, Tyul and Kuam attacked with reckless abandon, gnashing their teeth and clawing at the dragon's thick scales.

The dragon roared in fury, its icy breath spewing forth in a freezing blast that the beasts narrowly avoided. Luce watched with satisfaction as his creatures held their own against the dragon, even if they could not defeat it outright.

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After narrowly evading another attack from the fearsome Avalandor, Nyssa panted heavily as she struggled to catch her breath. It had been a gruelling battle so far, and she knew that she needed to be on her guard at all times if she hoped to come out on top.

Before the fight began, Nyssa and Avalandor had engaged in the customary exchange of pleasantries that was expected of honourable fighters.

Despite their imminent battle, there was a sense of mutual respect between them, and Nyssa could tell that Avalandor was a warrior of great skill and experience.

With determination in her eyes, Nyssa made it clear to Avalandor that she desired the sword that was in his possession, and she would do whatever it takes to obtain it.

Even though Avalandor did not come right out and say it, Nyssa could sense the threat of his impending destruction if she were to fail in her quest. However, she refused to be intimidated and stood her ground, ready to face any challenge that came her way.

Avalandor was an intimidating figure, clad in a dark grey mail armour that seemed to absorb the light around it.

The armour's intricately designed plates covered his body, giving him a formidable and fearsome look. His open-topped helmet revealed his face, which was twisted in a perpetual scowl, displaying his demonic nature.

In one hand, he held a large and imposing sword, which Nyssa could tell was meant for nothing but destruction. In his other hand, he carried his shield, which was unlike any other she had ever seen.

The shield's shape was a unique hybrid of a square and a circle, with the square representing the points and the circles serving as the sides of the shield.

The shield was predominantly coloured black and blue, with a grey insignia in the centre. Nyssa could feel the power emanating from the shield and knew that it was not to be taken lightly.

However, the most striking feature of Avalandor was the permanent scar that ran across his face. It only added to his already imposing appearance, a reminder of the battles he had fought and won.

Nyssa knew that Avalandor was a demon of Wrath, and the aura of anger that surrounded him was palpable. She understood that he was not someone to be trifled with and that obtaining his sword would be a difficult task. Despite this, Nyssa remained resolute, determined to face the demon head-on and emerge victorious.

Nyssa knew that despite her extensive training, facing Avalandor was going to be a difficult battle. The demon's sheer size and strength were intimidating, and Nyssa knew that her opponent was not going to hold back. Despite her fears, Nyssa was determined to fight with all her might and defend herself.

Nyssa's training in swordplay was not taken lightly, as she was taught by the Perfection of Pride himself.

The Perfection of Pride was renowned for being the most skilled swordsman in the Plains of Pride, and his training was not for the faint of heart. Nyssa had spent countless hours honing her skills, perfecting her stance, and mastering various techniques.

The Perfection of Pride was known for his pursuit of perfection in all aspects of life, and swordplay was no exception.

He pushed Nyssa to her limits, constantly challenging her to improve her skills and strive for greatness. Nyssa knew that she had to be at her best to face Avalandor, and she was determined to make the Perfection of Pride proud.

Despite the odds against her, Nyssa stood her ground, holding her sword firmly in her hand, ready to face Avalandor head-on. She was not going to let her years of training go to waste.

But...

Under the tutelage of the Perfection of Pride, Nyssa's training in swordplay was rigorous and comprehensive. Not content with just the traditional forms of combat, the Perfection of Pride sought to outdo his own reputation as a master swordsman by introducing Nyssa to a diverse array of swordplay techniques from different cultures and eras.

Nyssa's training included classical European fencing, where she learned the graceful and precise movements of rapier and foil.

She also delved into the art of Kenjutsu, mastering various styles of Japanese swordplay, from the swift strikes of the samurai to the fluid movements of the katana. Additionally, she learned the ancient techniques of the Roman gladius, honing her skills with the iconic short sword.

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