Iris and Archais were no strangers to fighting to the death. They had faced each other before, in battles over demons and the undead. But now, they found themselves pitted against each other, both determined to emerge victorious. Iris stood in her preacher suit, her white hair and rainbow eyes shining in the sunlight. Archais, on the other hand, was dressed in simple black armor, his scarred hands wrapped tightly around his jagged daggers. "This ends today, Iris," Archais growled, his eyes fixed firmly on his opponent. Iris gave a playful smile. "Oh, Archais. When will you learn? I'm not someone you can easily defeat." Archais charged forward, his daggers glinting in the sunlight. Iris unsheathed her garlic katana and blocked his attack with ease, effortlessly redirecting his blows. With a grin on her face, Iris unleashed a barrage of swift cuts, grazing Archais's armor with each attack. Archais grunted in pain and quickly stepped back, taking a moment to catch his breath. "You think you're so strong," Archais spat, as he readied himself for another charge. "But you're just playing with fire." Iris simply chuckled, raising her katana in reply. "I love playing with fire. It makes things more exciting." Archais charged forward once more, this time with a fury that surprised Iris. But she was nimble and swift, easily dodging his attacks and countering with her own. She unleashed a powerful swing of her garlic katana, aimed straight for Archais's chest. But Archais was too quick. He managed to block her attack and sent her reeling back with a heavy blow from his jagged daggers. Iris stumbled backwards, momentarily stunned. "You're stronger than I thought," she muttered, as she got back to her feet. "Do not underestimate me," Archais growled, his eyes fixed firmly on his opponent. And with that, the fight resumed. They clashed together once more, their weapons ringing out in the stillness of the battlefield. The sun shone down on them, as if it were watching their every move. For minutes they fought, each one trying to gain an advantage over the other. But in the end, it was Archais who emerged victorious. With one final blow from his daggers, he brought Iris down to the ground. He stood over her, panting heavily, his eyes showing no mercy. "It's over," he said, in a voice that left no room for argument. Iris looked up at him, her rainbow eyes dimming. "You may have won this time," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'll never stop hunting vampires." Archais simply nodded, and walked away from her defeated form. As he disappeared into the distance, he knew that he had just faced one of the most skilled vampire hunters he had ever met. But he also knew that, in this world, only the strongest would survive - and that's why he had to keep fighting.