Sent sprawling back at just a kick?! Who the hell is this..woman?!
Already bruised. Slowly standing up.
"The hell do you want?!"
Zenor
Perhaps she should have let him think he had a chance. Perhaps she should have shown mercy. As the angel who presided over truth and the underworld, however, she was not as benevolent as her brethren. And there was too much of a gap between their experience levels for him to have much of a chance.
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Dropping to all fours just to avoid the slash. Running at the other like some sort of..beast. Distance already closed between them.
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Even if he takes a stabbing right here, he's going to pin the other down.
Zenor
She reached towards her chest, finger hooking under the top massive staple and pulling it out, blood dripping from the now fresh wound. The staple turned into a sword, the blade igniting as it's freed, the heat intense.
Only for her to swing it in his direction, aiming to slice him clean in half.
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Just. Crossing his arms. Oh he has sins a plenty.
"..ya almost done..?"
Zenor
She simply stared, her eyes casting an eery green glow over her glasses. How silly of this man, challenging her so openly.
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"You don't see anything."
Zenor
A small hum, her eyes slowly closing before she looks over at him.
"I see a lot more than you think I do..."
