THIRD PERSON'S POV
As Brizon steadied himself for the next clash, Demon suddenly stopped her assault. She put her hands on her hips, pouting dramatically. "Oh, Tres, you're no fun at all!" she exclaimed, stamping her foot like a petulant child. "All work and no play makes Tres a dull boy!"
Brizon took a deep breath, using the brief respite to gather his strength. Demon began to twirl her umbrella again, spinning it above her head like a playful child. "Remember when we used to play together? Those were the days! You were so serious even then, but I always managed to make you smile."
Brizon's mind flashed back to a time before the chaos, when Demon had indeed been a different person. She had helped him track down the man who had killed his parents, guiding him with a mix of determination and compassion. He could still see the fierce light in her eyes as she stood by his side, her blade striking true to deliver justice.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and sorrow. "You were a force for good once. You helped me avenge my parents."
Demon paused her twirling, tilting her head as if considering his words. "Ah, yes, those were the good old days. But things change. People change. I had my reasons then, and I have my reasons now." She gave him a mischievous wink. "Besides, causing a little chaos is so much more fun, don't you think?"
Brizon shook his head, his grip on his weapon tightening. "I can't let you continue this path of destruction, Demon. I have to stop you."
Demon sighed dramatically, throwing an arm over her forehead. "Oh, the tragedy! The heartbreak! My dear Tres, always the noble hero, trying to save the world from little old me."
She launched into another attack, her movements fluid and unpredictable, but Brizon was ready. He met her strikes with his own, their blades clashing in a dance of steel and sparks. Despite her playful demeanor, he could see the deadly intent behind each of her moves.
"I remember how you stood by my side," Brizon said between strikes. "But I also remember why I fight. To protect the innocent, to stop those who would do harm."
Demon's eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and something deeper, a flicker of the person she once was. "And what if I'm not the real monster? What if the world made me this way?"
He didn't have an answer. Instead, he focused on the fight, channeling his emotions into each swing of his blade. The memories of their shared past mingled with the reality of their present conflict, creating a tangled web of loyalty and duty.
As they fought, Demon continued to taunt him with exaggerated gestures and dramatic flourishes. She pretended to swoon when he landed a blow, clutching her side theatrically. "Oh, the pain! The agony! How could you? After all we've been through!"
But Brizon knew better than to let her antics distract him. He pressed on, determined to fulfill his duty, even if it meant facing the person who had once been his ally. He couldn't afford to let sentiment cloud his judgment. Not when so much was at stake.
In a swift, decisive move, Brizon finally found an opening. He disarmed Demon, her umbrella clattering to the ground. For a moment, they stood still, their breaths heavy, eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.
Demon's playful smile faded, replaced by a serious, almost sorrowful expression. "Do you really think you can kill me?"
Brizon tightened his grip on his weapon, his resolve unwavering. "If it means stopping you, then yes. I will do what I must."
