It was something like a choked gasp that managed to make its way out of me, because what I was looking at was honestly a step above anyone else I had seen in my entire life... with an extra layer of absurdity since she was dancing around the burly man with the sort of grace that seemed almost impossible.
Vivian Lucreiza was a tall, lithe and handsome woman - or futanari, I had no idea yet - that moved with a grace akin to running water, her body twisting and flowing seamlessly from one attack to another, melding with her long sword and becoming a force of nature.
Her long black hair that was pinned into a ponytail trailed behind her like a shadow while her fitted black robe clung to her lean frame, fluttering around her as she sidestepped a wide swing before she jumped into the air and slammed her boot against the man's face.
