"Come, come and meet me head-on, Sol Vestic!" General Silva, as if she had gained her footing, stepped on a pocket of space propelling herself even faster and leaving a burst of mana behind her in her race towards Sol.
She was in his sights, he could have sworn she was, but in the blink of an eye the Third General was next to Sol with her fist descending and a crazed expression etched into her eyes. "Come and meet your doom." She spoke calmly before her mana-coated fist left a dent in the armour of his raised hands over his torso.
"One punch?!" Ikaris exclaimed in shock watching the white mana explode with the energy of a small star sending Sol out of sight in a matter of seconds, leaving the General again standing and shaking her fist with a grin.
