-CLANG!-
-SCREEECH-
-CLANG- -CLANG-
At first, Virve had charged Sir Cathal in a fierce rush to tear him limb from limb, but the old knight was far too experienced for blind rage and superior strength to overwhelm him. Now, wreathed in the flames of her fury, her attacks were precise, controlled, and intended to slowly tear apart her opponent's defenses.
Virve tore long rents in Sir Cathal's shield, destroying the proud sigil and ripping through his bracers and the chain beneath them, until her darksteel claws tore flesh and spilled blood. Half a heartbeat after ripping through his flesh, the sound of meat sizzling filled the air along with the pungent aroma of burned flesh.
