The first strike was fast.
Too fast.
Bella barely blocked it, Lilia's claws grazing her ribs.
The second came even quicker.
This wasn't the sister she had fought three years ago.
This wasn't a woman desperate to survive.
This was a woman who had spent years preparing to win.
Bella snarled, twisting out of reach, countering with a vicious swipe of her dagger.
Lilia dodged—but barely.
"You're stronger than before," Lilia mused.
Bella smirked.
"You should've killed me when you had the chance."
Then—
She went for the kill.