Roxanne didn't relent, the fight continued. She didn't think that a fight with Dietrich would use everything in her power, the effect of the forbidden art of magic using demon magic is truly rotten.
Her fist crashed into Dietrich's jaw with a force that rattled the throne room down to its foundations. Cracks spiderwebbed through stone, dust drifting down like settling ash. Dietrich roared, the sound splitting into two, three, and five discordant voices, each howling in a slightly different pitch—like a chorus of beasts sharing one monstrous throat.
Blood, thick and black with corrupted mana, sprayed from his mouth as he staggered. He tried to push forward, but Roxanne was already moving, faster than before, impossibly fast.
