Kintar was looking at herself – a version of herself in her Limited Mythos form where she looked like a squashed pumpkin. She was floating in the air, her stubby legs and arms restlessly fidgeting. Her dark blue hair made into bowl cut was rippling in the cold winds coming from behind them, hiding the chilling mischievous look in her eyes at intervals.
The contrast between the two Kintars couldn't have been clearer without accounting for their sizes. The real Kintar was close to a breakdown while the other looked like she was the incarnation of fire – lively, greedy, insane.
"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" the small Kintar said, giving a chittering annoying laugh. "Look at who're losing to?" She pointed at Nigerra.
Nigerra narrowed her eyes. Instead of being offended by the remark, she found herself smirking.
