Northern Wall of the Capital
The battlefield was chaotic.
Utilia grinned wickedly as she saw her targets. Freya and Serilda stood ready, swords at the ready, with a slightly lowered stance. The fiery glare in Freya's eyes and the cold calculation of Serilda were both fixed on Utilia.
"You both look strong, impressive," Utilia yelled as she cracked her knuckles, the gauntlets gleaming with a red-hot aura.
"Don't disappoint me."
Without a word, Freya ignited her blade with an intense flame, the fire swirling.
Serilda's sword, on the other hand, gleamed with a cold, blue edge, sharp enough to cut through the hardest metal.
She exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing. "You shall perish here."
Utilia tilted her head, her grin widening as she suddenly charged forward with a sudden.
BOOM
Her heavy footsteps sending vibrations through the ground.