Meanwhile, across the vast, scorched courtyard, the primary battle raged between King Drakovitch and the other Princess of the Gigante, Gin.
Gin was a frenzied dance of shifting metal. She tapped into the heavy gems accessories adorning all over her body, her magic vibrating through them to reshape her limbs. One second, her right arm was a sharp blade; the next, it was a heavy, silver weighted flail. She cycled through materials and weapon types with masterful speed, trying to find a single weakness in the King's guard.
Drakovitch, however, was clearly suffering from the toxin. His movements were sluggish, his breath labored. He could no longer dance around her strikes with his usual predatory grace. He was forced onto the defensive, crossing his massive arms to block her relentless onslaught.
