The agonised hiss of a serpent as it was carved into two strips rang out, splashes of blood raining onto the rough ground. Yuyui while reverse handling her dagger was like mini-deity well versed in the art of the curved, short blade, dishing out equally devastating measures of death.
The look of focus in her eyes as she darted here and there, evading flighty ambushes from snakes that jutted out of the endless stretch of burrows in the floor, walls and ceiling was nothing short of inspiring.
This wasn't the same Yuyui who had sulked in weakness. It was as if she was a different person!