"How unsightly." Uraume remarked sourly as they repositioned after their failed attack. Setting up a wall of ice behind themselves, the monk readied an open palm and combative stance. "You're different from your comrades." They spoke up once more as they analyzed your posture.

"You're not the average sorcerer, so I'll give you that." Uraume's compliment seemed rather half assed, but it's not like they could've said anything nicer. You were fighting, after all. Two hours into the fight and the two of you were still kicking. You were keeping the monk occupied to ensure they couldn't assist Sukuna, who was fighting the rest of your teammates.

Uraume's stance remained firm, their gaze just as cold and calculated as it had been since the start of the duel. They had yet to slow down, and they certainly had no plans to lose.