Battle.
Charge?
No, the moment the buzzing started, the fleeting image vanished instantly, like a gentle breeze.
To be precise, this was merely the killing intent that Sistine had been gathering, enveloping the entire arena, showcasing her complex strength, at least as a representative of the Titans' Elf Clan.
The Revenge Shadow Rider remained motionless from beginning to end, sending that killing intent right back.
"Phew, truly not simple."
Sistine's gaze towards the Shadow Rider grew sharper, like seeing something intriguing.
As a gust swept across the plains, across the battlefield filled with killing intent, even fluttering through the flowing hair of the Revenge Shadow Rider, the warriors stood solemnly assessing each other, and Sistine was the first to attack.
"Feather Sting."
