A grin spread across Elara's face, though it didn't belong to her.
The perceptive Blood Demon in control of her body observed that its opponent would just heal from all damage sustained, then become even stronger.
"So that's why they call you the Riot Valkyrie," the hoarse, layered voice echoed, almost amused.
Kaela wiped blood from her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You catching on already?" she shot back, rolling her shoulders as purple energy flared around her like a storm. "You're gonna have to do better than that."
They clashed again: faster, harder, and more violent.
Kaela's ability wasn't subtle or elegant.
It was one that escalated; simply put, the longer the fight continued, the worse it became for her opponent. Her strength built up, her speed increased, and her movements sharpened.
