Amyra looked at Nyx, her violet eyes now sharp as her silken white hair moved with a soft breeze, giving her an almost ethereal presence.
"Shall we get serious too?"
She said looking at Nyx.
They had only exchanged a few light blows until now, neither going all out but seeing the other matches intensify, they silently reached the same conclusion.
Nyx nodded, her calm blue eyes matching the intensity of Amyra's. A violent black aura engulfed her body as the very around her cracked, many rifts forming mid-air.
She pulled out a greatsword, her soulbound weapon, one she hadn't used even once since descending into this world.
Amyra, despite being known as a mage, put away her wand and drew a beautiful pitch black longsword. Its sharp edges glinted as purple lightning crackled around her along with something else.
Something undetectable to everyone but herself.
