Mad Hatter's Guide to Clearing The Game

"That-" Sarissa had less than a second to react.

There was a flash behind her, she spun with pure instinct and reflex, but still, she was barely able to deflect the downward slash with her sword. However, Miles did not let up.

He disappeared once more, and sent a vertical strike towards Sarissa’s head, hammering into her forearm and almost shattering the barrier she had raised around her body at the last second.

"I created this one just a while ago." Miles said, growling. "I call it [Lapsing Slash]. Barely no reaction time to it."

Sarissa gritted her teeth, and activated her [Wonderland’s Inferno], creating a whirlwind of flames that absorbed the next strike, but the fourth slash came from a diagonal she had not predicted.

Blood sprayed from her shoulder, and she staggered, her knees buckling.

Sarissa reeled across from him, breathing hard. Miles’ weird attack had ended, but the damage was done.

"You wanted this duel." He said. "Don’t forget that."

"You also wanted this to happen, didn’t you?" Sarissa growled, splashing a vial of healing potion on her shoulder, and less than a second after, the wound was sealed shut. The only memory of it being real was the crack on her armor and the pristine white fabric underneath, now tinted red with her blood.

"I did." Miles reached into his pocket. "Because you forgot something that you yourself taught me in these last few hours."

Sarissa raised her eyebrows as Miles lowered his stance even lower than before.