Miki's spear danced across the battlefield, cleaving the sky open while any unfortunate beast who got in the way was torn apart as collateral.
Flames twisted, transforming into a raging dragon as it rampaged through the horde.
No fear, no hesitation. The man in front of her was simply treating this as a daily occurrence, something not worth fighting to the death for.
Her hands tightened around the spear.
She lunged, drawing a burning arc through the fog while the Hero stepped to the side and smacked the spear with the back of his fist, diverting its path.
A light kick aimed to the back of the knee looking to break her balance.
But Miki was prepared for such a move and adjusted her footwork early, threatening to pierce her spearhead through his foot.
Taking a few casual steps back, the smiled looking at the burn mark on the back of his hand.
Even though he took the precautions to reinforce it, her spear still broke through his defences.
