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Valor stopped. He froze. He dropped Sun-Cleaver . He stared at his arm, which suddenly refused to move.

Valor roared and charged. He abandoned technique, abandoning the stance of a knight. He charged like a bull.

The leather strap severed. Valor’s vision was obscured as his helmet twisted sideways. He roared, blinded, swinging a gauntleted fist wildly. Elara ducked the clumsy blow and drove the pommel of her sword into the gap in his side plating, right against the floating rib. girl beats hero

There was no cheering. There was only a stunned, heavy silence, followed by a slow, building ripple of whispers.

He throws the first punch—cocky, wide, slow. She sidesteps like water around a stone. Before he can recover, her palm meets his sternum. Not hard. Precise. His breath vanishes. Valor stopped

Valor spun around, his face flushing red. The arrogance was gone. He swung again, a massive overhead chop meant to cleave her in two.

Just as he reached her, she dropped. Not to her knees, but flat onto her back, thrusting her sword upward at a forty-five-degree angle. He stared at his arm, which suddenly refused to move

The High Judge looked at the fallen Hero, then at the girl. He raised his hand.