[Hours later]
What started as an exciting duel for the Crimson Knight soon turned into a boring, painful exchange of attacks that offered little to no benefit to her.
Sure, she was getting a chance to exercise her dormant abilities and physical strength, but her opponent had become too easy—too predictable. Cherry had lost interest, and because of that, she stopped taking the fight seriously.
She effortlessly killed her Granian clone counterpart over twenty times, each time slightly harder than the last, but never impossible or overly difficult. Whenever it regenerated, Cherry would cut it in half, sever its head, drain its blood, or implode it—and each time, the clone would regenerate and return with a somewhat new but ultimately predictable fighting style.
"So much for adapting," she sighed, sitting on a rock as the Granian clone stumbled toward her.
