Frostblood: The last dragon Hunter

The night was heavy.

The forest breathed an unnatural silence — as if every tree held its breath. Even the moonlight, filtering through the twisted branches, seemed afraid to fall too harshly.

Kaoru's body dropped to the forest floor — limp.

A low thud echoed through the jungle as dust gently rose around him. His eyes, once sharp and calculating, were now blank — unblinking. He didn't move. Didn't twitch. Didn't even breathe.

Just… silence.

Sayuri stood behind him, her hand still suspended in the air, fingers lazily curled as if she had pulled the strings of a puppet now broken.

Her voice floated toward Hana, soft as silk, sharp as venom.

> Sayuri (smiling darkly):

"He's not dead… yet. But if you wish, you could end his story right here."

Hana's heart thudded in her chest. Rage surged.

> Hana (eyes blazing):

"Stay away from him!"

She gritted her teeth, thrusting her hand forward. The ground beneath her shimmered with violet energy as she shouted the name of her summon.

> Hana:

"Moon Dragon—Awaken!"

From the earth itself, her draconic familiar erupted — scales shining like polished amethyst, glowing eyes blazing with protective fury. Its roar cracked through the silence of the night.

But Sayuri was unfazed.

With a flick of her hand, her blood dripped from her fingertip — rising in the air like liquid crimson mercury. It twisted, shaped, and took form.

A second dragon — identical in size and power — emerged from the swirling blood, eyes glowing with a malevolent red. Sayuri's Blood Clone Dragon.

> Sayuri (calmly):

"Let them play while we dance."

The two dragons collided mid-air — violet and crimson, light and shadow — claws slashing, tails whipping, the forest trembling under the force of their impact. Each roar they let out shattered branches and shook the canopy above.

But Hana didn't watch. Her eyes were locked on Sayuri.

Without hesitation, she lunged.

Her sword flashed in the moonlight, arcing toward Sayuri's throat. But before it could land, Sayuri raised her hand — blood splashing outward from her palm like a crimson tide.

It curved and solidified in an instant — into a blade.

Forged from her own blood.

The clash was deafening — steel against blood-forged steel, sparks flying.

The two warriors moved like phantoms in the dark, blades ringing, feet skimming the ground. Their movements were fluid — like dancers — yet every strike carried intent to kill.

Sayuri's blade slashed upward — forcing Hana to retreat. But Hana pivoted, spinning mid-air and brought her sword down in a perfect arc. Sayuri met it with a grin, blocking the strike and pushing Hana back with a pulse of crimson energy.

> Sayuri (mocking):

"Your anger makes you predictable."

> Hana (furious):

"And your arrogance will be your downfall!"

She charged again — blade glowing with moonlight energy, aura pulsing violently.

Their swords collided again and again — parry, lunge, block, counter — each move faster than the last. Sayuri moved with supernatural grace, her strikes precise, her smirk never fading.

Blood danced at her fingertips — weaving in and out of her movements like a living serpent. She created spikes mid-swing, daggers from droplets, and even blocked Hana's blade with a sudden shield of hardened blood.

It was relentless.

Even with all her skill, Hana began to falter. Sayuri's technique was otherworldly — not just brutal, but beautiful in its fluidity. Her swordplay was chaos masquerading as elegance.

Hana's breathing grew heavy.

Sweat mixed with cuts on her skin. Her shoulder ached. Her left leg had slowed. And Kaoru—still unconscious—was behind Sayuri like a reminder of her failure.

But she didn't stop.

She couldn't.

> Hana (breathing hard, eyes filled with defiance):

"You think I'll fall just because you hit harder? I've fought monsters before. You're just another one."

Sayuri paused, tilting her head slightly. Her smile curved wider.

> Sayuri (softly):

"Then let's see how long you can last… little dragon."

With a whisper, Sayuri's blood sword shifted — now longer, thinner, faster. She vanished for half a second — and then reappeared behind Hana, blade already descending.

Hana turned just in time — steel shrieked against steel — her arms trembling as she blocked the devastating blow.

She slid back.

But she was still standing.

And her eyes were still burning.