"Rage doesn't know how to rest."
The statement sounded good. Watching Celine fight made the reality far less reassuring.
She could hurt Sloth, which alone placed her above nearly everyone else in the canyon. Her sword reached him without slowing, her fists connected, and Wrath ignored the invisible boundary that had stopped Cain's claws and Kaiser's magic. Every attack she committed to continued until something physically prevented it.
The problem was that being able to hurt Sloth and being able to defeat him were two very different things.
Celine ducked beneath a fist, twisted around Sloth's enormous arm and swung for his ribs. Sloth stepped backward, allowing the crimson blade to barely catch his stomach and open a shallow line before he disappeared.
