Chapter 112

At some point in this fight she had changed her beautiful garments for a coat of thick red fur, her big earrings and red lipstick now on a pair of pointy ears and on a long snarly snout as she bounced back and forth between the floors and the walls, her long tails flowing like her hair behind her at every leap, pouncing towards my own attacks as, with my wind made weapons, I could reach farther than her claws and fangs, and the ice ones in the rare occasions she managed to get too close. 

It is almost as if I am keeping a bull away by hitting my whip on the floor time and time again, but as much as I can keep the distance and only need a few moves from my wrist to have the weapon swirling back and forth, she still proves to be faster than a wind whip and manages to gain ground by the second, and I could sense that the situation is the same with those two behind me, our triangle getting smaller and smaller as their sheer number and speed pushes us back.