Sparks flew high into the dark sky, each clash of their blades leaving arcs of light to illuminate the dark space that separated them. The earthy scent of soil filled Priscilla's nose as she leapt from a floating piece of earth to smash her blades against Lucia's dancing blade, its blade seemingly bending to match every hit Priscilla launched toward her.
'Huff- You sure haven't lost your edge despite being drunk!' Frustrated Priscilla grumbled to herself, launching several more slashes that were met with Lucia's silky blade that could cut through space itself if it tried. In one hand she equipped the wand, held very tightly against the scissors' handle, and from her ring appeared the poison dagger acquired a while ago.