BOOM!
Yilaya was blasted backward, catching herself in the air. She hovered, her six arms held ready as she studied the cloaked, trident-wielding giant before her.
"My, my," the Witch purred with a giggle. "We're both children of the Abyss. Are all you handsome giants so rough?"
That single, probing strike had told her everything she needed to know: this one was trouble.
"And who are you supposed to be?" Orion demanded, leveling his trident at her.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go all-out for a one-hit kill. But first, he needed to know if this was her—the traitor to the Champions Alliance, the one they called the Witch. The fact that his opponent was female had raised his suspicions, and he was determined to fish for information.
"The name's Yilaya," she cooed, "of the Nali race." The six-armed serpent-demons preferred to be called the Nali; their common name was an insult given to them by outsiders.
