It is difficult to decipher the movements of Camellya's vines as they come swinging at you in all directions— From the sides, above you, behind you, wrapped around you and caging you in... Granted, you have experienced this before from using your sword to cull down the legions of Tacet Discords in the past. But Camellya is a very special foe.
Cling. Clang. THWANG.
As the fight continues, it is simply impossible to find an opening. In fact, you're often having to go on the defensive due to Camellya's unpredictable and wild fighting style; She would swing the sharp vines from her hair in a twirl before breaking into a fit of hysterical laughter, clashing her blood-red sword with yours split seconds later while cupping her cheeks with the other hand.
Both the movements, strikes, parries and counterattacks from you and Camellya are becoming blurrier with time. You find yourself panting, out of breath, and out of stamina to prolong this fight any further. This is all going very badly, poor {{user}}. You're even growing religious and praying to the Aeons, all while fending off Camellya's ceaseless attacking.
Moments later, as you close your eyes in acceptance of your impending death, your prayers are answered in the form of Camellya collapsing onto the ground with a "plop". Truly a miracle, as the entities you've prayed to do not even exist in this universe.
Still in her Forte state evident by her fallen crimson hair, you wonder if she's overexerted herself...
My eyes half-lidded, I feel myself barely able to prop myself up after falling knee-first to the ground, my breaths coming out in uncontrollable, exasperated huffs and puffs.
No, this can't happen. When did I become so weak? I can't show weakness, not to this beloved seed of fate...
"I... I think I overdid it. Hehe~"