Let the Deathmatch begin II

Divanchi sprinted with astonishing speed, her agile legs propelling her effortlessly from one building top to another. Her gaze remained fixed on the distant structure where Simlo and Ignis stood, wielding a remarkable invention crafted by their Master.

"How did they manage to acquire one of Master's creations?" Divanchi pondered, her mind racing as swiftly as her body.

Panic etched across Ignis' face as he surveyed the rooftop. He hastily turned to his loyal werewolves, urgently commanding them, "Do not stand idle! Bring her down! Take any action necessary to prevent her from reaching us!"

"Understood!" the werewolves responded in unison, their determination unwavering.