The moon hung low over the ruined wasteland, its pale light casting eerie shadows across the battlefield.
The ground beneath Sarissa's feet was littered with the remains of the [Fallen Puppets] she had already cut down, their mangled forms twitching occasionally before going still. Her breath came in short, controlled bursts, flames still flickering at her fingertips, casting a faint glow over her sweat-drenched face.
All the while trying to avoid Shinji's deadly attacks.
His violet robes waved in the wind, his katana gleaming under the moonlight. There was amusement in his expression, along with the calm killing intent behind his gaze.
"You're not nearly as strong as I thought you'd be, Sarissa." His voice was smooth, almost lazy. "Should I be worried that the mighty leader of the Union Guild is hiding something up her sleeve?"