TW: Blood

Without warning, God lunges forward with superhuman speed, his blades flashing in the dim light as he swings them at me. I narrowly dodge out of the way, just barely avoiding the blade. But God doesn't let up, his attacks coming faster and more furious, giving me no time to rest. His expression changes, his smirk turning into an angry snarl as I continue to hold my own against him. Clearly, he didn't expect me to be such a formidable opponent.

Ellidy watches the battle unfold, her heart racing as she sees me holding my own against the Creator. She's still holding the spell book, gripping it tightly as she watches me fight for my life. God is becoming frustrated now, his attacks becoming increasingly frenzied as he tries to break through my defenses. But I stay nimble on my feet, avoiding and parrying his blows with a grace and skill that seems almost unnatural. Suddenly, he knocks the sword out of my hand.

"Looks like you're at a disadvantage now." Ellidy gasps, watching in horror as his blade pierces through my shoulder. I wince in pain but give her a shaky smile. "I'm fine," I say, "Just a flesh wound."

"You're strong, I'll give you that," God says, looking me up and down. "But you're no match for me."

Ellidy's hands shake as she watches the scene unfold, her mind racing with a thousand different thoughts. She knows she has to do something, but what? I give her a reassuring look. "El, it's okay, I'm fine."

"But your shoulder..." Ellidy says, her voice trembling. "You're bleeding."

I wince in pain but give her a shaky smile. "I'm fine," I say, "Just a flesh wound."

"Just a flesh wound," she repeats, her voice filled with disbelief. "God just stabbed you, and you're saying it's just a flesh wound?"

Despite the pain, I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "What can I say? I've had worse."

Ellidy can't help but roll her eyes at my nonchalance. "You're as stubborn as ever," she says, trying to keep the worry out of her voice. "But you can't just brush off a wound like that. We need to get it patched up before it gets infected."

I reach for my sword. "Please, it's going to take more to bring me down."

Ellidy watches me reach for my sword, her eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing? You're seriously going to keep fighting with a wound like that?"

I laugh. "What choice do I have?"

"You have the choice to not make things worse by fighting with an open wound," she retorts, her voice filled with worry. "But I suppose common sense isn't your strong suit, is it?"

"Nope." I stand up, leaning on a bookshelf. Ellidy watches as I push myself up, leaning heavily against a bookshelf.

She can't help but feel a mix of worry and admiration for my resilience. "You're an idiot, you know that?" she says, her voice softer than before.

"Yep," I shout to her.

Ellidy just shakes her head, a mix of frustration and affection on her face. "I swear, you're going to be the death of me," she mutters, but there's a hint of a smile on her lips.

As I continue to lean against the bookshelf, God laughs. "Admirable spirit, but foolish," he says. "You're just prolonging the inevitable."

My breathing is extremely heavy. "Maybe I am."

God's laughter grows even louder, his condescending tone sending a chill down Ellidy's spine. "Your resilience is amusing," he says, "but ultimately futile. Just lay down and accept your fate."

I look him straight in the eye, trying not to look fearful. "What can I say? I'm my father's daughter."

God chuckles, clearly entertained by my witty comebacks. "So you inherit your father's stubbornness," he says, "But it won't save you now."

Ellidy can't help but feel a pang of worry as God's words sink in. She knows my father's stubbornness all too well – it's a trait that's both a blessing and a curse. The battle rages on for what feels like an eternity. God is a skilled and ruthless fighter, his attacks coming faster and fiercer with each passing moment. Despite my best efforts, I can feel myself starting to tire. My movements are slower, my reactions less precise. And the wound on my shoulder is throbbing with pain, making it harder and harder to focus.

God can sense my fatigue. He grins, his eyes flashing with triumph. "You're weakening," he says, his voice taunting. "You can't keep this up forever. Just give in already."

I press my hand on my wound, trying to stop the blood dripping from my arm. "I can try."

"You can try all you want," God replies, his smirk widening, "But you'll still fail. You're no match for me. Just accept defeat and save yourself the trouble."

I look right at him, tightening my grip on my sword. "I probably will."

God laughs, clearly enjoying this. "You're not as naive as I thought," he says. "At least you can admit when you're outmatched."

Meanwhile, Ellidy is watching from the sidelines, her heart in her throat. She can see that I'm struggling, that the wound on my shoulder is slowing me down. But she knows that I won't give up, not until the very end. Despite the pain and fatigue, I continue to hold my own against God. But I can feel my strength slipping, my attacks becoming wilder and less precise. It's only a matter of time before I collapse from exhaustion. God seems to know this too, his attacks becoming even more relentless as he senses my weakening state. He's enjoying every moment of this, treating it like a game rather than a life-or-death battle. I can feel my legs starting to buckle, my breathing becoming labored. Every movement is a struggle, every swing of my sword taking its toll on my already exhausted body. The pain from my shoulder is becoming unbearable, every twinge sending a fresh wave of agony through me.

God, seeing my fatigue, decides to taunt me. "Giving up already?" he says, his voice dripping with mockery. "I thought you were tougher than this."

I grit my teeth, trying to push through the pain and exhaustion. But I can feel myself slipping further and further into desperation. The odds are stacked against me, and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up.

Ellidy watches with horror as I stumble and sway, my movements becoming unsteady. She can tell something's wrong. God sneers, sensing my fatigue. "Finally reaching your limit, are you?"

It all happens fast. One moment, I'm on the verge of collapse. The next, there's a blue light orb hurtling toward God, knocking him to the ground. I stumble backward in surprise, wincing as the sudden movement jostles my wounded shoulder. I look over at Ellidy, confusion and shock in my eyes. She's standing there, spell book in hand. Did she do that? How did she create that orb of light?

I look between God and her. "You just—."

Ellidy stands there, looking just as surprised as I am. "I... I didn't think it would work," she stutters, her voice filled with disbelief. "I just did what the book said, and..."

I try so hard not to burst out laughing. "You're incredible... now help me up."

Ellidy snaps out of her stupor and quickly rushes to my side, helping me up from the ground. I stagger a bit, wincing as the pain from my shoulder flares up again. After a moment, I'm finally able to speak, "You just attempted to kill God."

She smiles and slightly blushes. "You love that I nearly killed the Creator of the universe?"

I rest my head slightly on her shoulder. "Yes... I do."