The Goddess of the Moonlight evaded the corrosive blood gracefully, her movements light and fluid like a dancer weaving through shadows.
She appeared directly before Isobel in a blink.
Using her bow as an improvised weapon, she swung it upward in a powerful arc aimed at Isobel's chin.
The wood hummed with latent energy.
Isobel dodged the strike calmly, her body shifting just enough to avoid contact.
She countered immediately with an attack of her own.
Blood coalesced thickly on her palm, forming a viscous, dripping mass.
She thrust forward in a palm strike targeted at Artemis's chest, the corrosive essence ready to burn on impact.
"Moonlight," Artemis muttered softly, her voice steady.
Behind her, a white miniature moon materialized out of thin air, hovering with a gentle, radiant glow. It pulsed once.
The moon released a devastating ray of pure moonlight toward the unsuspecting Isobel, the beam cutting through the void like a silver lance.
