The girl's lips curved into a small, amused smile. It was a beautiful smile… elegant, almost delicate… completely devoid of outright hostility, but it held the quiet arrogance of someone who knew they held the superior hand.
Sol took a half-step back, keeping the spear leveled at her chest. "Observe from a distance. I'm not in the mood for games."
The girl ignored the weapon entirely, as though it were no more threatening than a twig. She slowly, but gracefully walked toward the ruined, headless corpse of the Stone-Back Boar. She stopped a few feet away, her glowing violet eyes scanning the pulverized bone and brain matter scattered across the mud, and painted the nearby ferns.
"A pure strength attack," she said, nodding slightly to herself. "You applied an aggressive, hyper-condensed essence to your physical strike, leveraging the density of an earth-aspected spiritual anchor. Barbaric. Inefficient. But structurally sound. I'll admit."
