Ren spun, striking outward with shadows. Each blow was precise. Each movement measured. The creatures were relentless, adapting to his strikes. He ducked under a sweeping arm, drove a spear into a shoulder, twisted away as claws grazed his side.
Hours seemed to pass in minutes. The creatures came in waves, some leaping from the ground, others from the cliffs. Ren's breathing remained steady, but the fatigue was creeping into his muscles. Shadows coiled tighter around him, forming blades, armor, and shields in a seamless flow.
The attendant girl's voice rose for the first time. "Behind you! Two more are approaching from the cliff!"
Ren pivoted midair, striking both with twin jabs of darkness. One fell. The other scrambled back, momentarily stunned. He landed lightly, surveying the arena. The creatures paused as if sensing his control, circling, waiting for a new opening.
