When Mel's claws and Chan's daggers collided, the Heir hurled a roar. An unnerving smirk resided upon the visage of the short-haired woman, who perpetually commanded attention via her frigid stance and tranquility. The Wind Energy diffusing from her vessel had plunged into chaos, and she was assaulting Mel alongside her daggers.
Muk did not remain idle either; maneuvering her ten throwing knives deploying colossal mastery, she strove to plunge them into Mel's vessel from ten divergent trajectories. She abstained from obstructing Chan's trajectory while executing this; the synchronization between the two women was breaching its zenith.
The wounds Mel's vessel was accustomed to manifested once more, and this time they were being carved with such velocity that the Life Energy endured hardship sealing them. Chan appeared to have surrendered to madness; neither her vessel nor her weapons remained visible; she merely abandoned a green trail trailing her.
