The Wraith shook its head, dusting itself off. It clicked, releasing low, reverberating sounds that shook the air.
"It's thinking… well, very well," Nyxa said as she walked toward it, swinging her hips like a model on a runway, her hands clasped behind her back.
The Wraith lashed out at her and—
Nothing. She wasn't there.
The Wraith paused, its elongated head tilting. Then it saw Amaru, smiling, eyes wide, brows raised high. Amaru pointed at its left scythe limb.
Nyxa was balancing on it with one leg—not straight up, but as if she were sitting midair on an invisible chair, one leg crossed over the other, balancing effortlessly. In a fluid motion, she spun into a 360-degree side kick.
The Wraith flew across the mountains, smashing through rock until it crashed into rubble and dust within a crater. Two antennae appeared on the front of its head. It looked up—Nyxa was floating midair, upside down.
"Garbage has more challenges. What does that make you, then?" Nyxa said, resting a finger thoughtfully against her chin.
The Wraith swats at her like a fly; however, it phases through her like pure energy.
Nyxa's face twisted into a sick grin, it looked like plastic molded into it. "You Sick Fool! I'm going to break you down and build you back up." She licks her lips.
It continues its attack on Nyxa, swap to the left but with a blink of energy. A wrap behind her yet she was on a nearby rock. Nyxa gestures to one of her fingers to come. The Wraith had enough, it started to charge up and gather energy. It burns bright violet that cover every inch it's body.
It's start to crack like The Wraith itself, Nyxa was considered. "This is not good, it will going blow up." She stand up and chap both hands while closing. "Pater omnium horrorum, carcerem et imperium sub te peto. Sine putredine omnia crescere et putrescere-"
She open her wide open. "LORD BEEZEBUB, CHAIN THE WITCH BEAST HORROR UNDER YOUR GLUTTONY AND ENVY PRISON!"
A swarm of flies came from the dirt that became chains but then.
"Ek leita óreiðu ok lygi!" It spoke!
A blinding light of violet exploded from the whole area, volcanic eruptions, lightning and acid rain came. Until the dust settled, a feminine humanoid figure once stood on a chain of flies and The Wraith.
SHINK!
Nyxa saw an arm actually hit her through her stomach. She turned around to see her back, the arm that stabbed through was drip her blood downward on the ground.
"You are right, garbage is a challenge." The feminine figure leans on Nyxa's ear. "That makes you one and to answer your question. I am the daughter of Loki." The Wraith has Spoken.