The fight stopped looking human a long time ago.
At some point, it became nothing but flashes.
Black wings.
Blood.
Explosions.
Sparks ripping across the sky every time our weapons collided.
Even the people below could barely follow us anymore. Most of the battlefield only saw the aftermath of our clashes. Mountainsides breaking apart. Shockwaves flattening sections of terrain. Crimson spikes erupting from nowhere before getting sliced apart by black streaks cutting through the air.
KRAAAASH!
Another collision sent both of us flying backward.
I twisted midair, wings snapping open violently to stabilize myself while my arms screamed from the recoil.
Kaliesha looked worse.
Which was saying something because she still looked completely insane.
Her blood armor had cracked in several places now, exposing pale skin underneath while fresh cuts lined her arms and stomach. But instead of looking angry about it...
She looked thrilled.
Absolutely thrilled.
