Henrietta's laughter shook the stage.
The entire time, her assault never ended.
Each blow she launched and landed was wild, merciless, filled with a madness that cared nothing for finesse or form. Her opponent—the Blazing Wrath Fiend woman, the source of the other half of her soul—could no longer even mount a defense.
Every strike broke her guard, every impact carved another dent into her body and spirit alike.
"GRAAAH!"
Henrietta's fist smashed into the fiend's stomach, folding her in half. Flames flared out in a violent wave, scorching the platform black. The woman spat blood, her limbs twitching as she stared straight into her assailant's eyes.
"Y-You…" she croaked, her voice trembling with weakness and pain, "…monster…"
But Henrietta didn't answer.
