Vexa simply smirked. She looked down. Then back up. Alot of dirt was on various parts of the suit and this girl was obviously winded. This was a woman running on an empty tank. She almost felt bad.
Almost.
Briana charged with unbridled rage, zipping towards Vexa. and as she stabbed into her, what should've been an easy victory, was flipped on its head.
"It seems i have to use it after all." A plant armor covered the part of Vexa briana stabbed. And when she stabbed it, a gas flew into her face.
Briana reeled back as the acrid gas burned her nostrils—her vision swam, the battlefield tilting violently. Through the haze, she saw Vexa's smirk twist into something monstrous as tendrils of emerald energy erupted from her armor, writhing like serpents.
"Sleep," the dark elf whispered.
