Kira's eyes burned with fury. Her teeth ground together so tightly that it hurt.
Every cell in her body screamed for her to kill the woman floating before her. Even with blood running down her temple and her ribs aching from the earlier blast, she forced herself upright, trembling but defiant.
Velza's smirk only widened at the sight of her prey daring to stand.
"Hahaha… look at you," Velza's voice dripped with mockery, each syllable sharp as glass. "You really think you can face me? What a fool."
With deliberate calm, Velza reached behind her back and drew her long weapon, a long, radiant sword named Ashlock. The blade hummed with restrained violence, its polished silver edge pulsing with white light that made the air shimmer. The glow crawled up her armoured arm and illuminated her face as she levelled the sword's tip directly at Kira's heart.
