Arad cracked his neck, "But they never said anything about a fight."
Mathilde smiled. "I see."
She lifted her foot up and dropped it to the ground, cracking the ground. Arad could swear he saw sparks; the sheer power she could generate was enough to vaporize the World Tree's indestructible wood, which only meant that his poor scales won't hold out any better.
Dendron said that Mathilde is a kicker, which should make her fighting style obvious, but still, when an angel fights, it'll be anything but simple to deal with.
The first to move was Mathilde. After a tiny lean forward, her body flew at a blinding speed toward Arad, her foot accelerating toward his face with a deafening shockwave.
Arad could see her move, but that was it. He could understand earlier that she was as powerful as Diana, but only now did he feel it. She wasn't someone who could be easily fought.
