A spike drove through Twilight’s brain as she forced herself to conjure a shield. A metaphorical spike that is. She put it there herself, to prevent it from becoming literal.

The man in the white tiger suit swung his blade, the power of his strike reverberated through Twilight’s magic and destroyed the cave behind her, but Twilight remained untouched. She could hold that up for two- maybe one more hit like it. Maybe.

- TheMightyBox72 Round 3