Selmora's voice dripped with venom, her eyes burning.
"You'll pay for that."
Aria dashed forward, her claws gleaming with light. Her speed blurred, closing in fast—but before she could strike, green flames erupted around Selmora like a living shield.
The fire licked at her skin, peeling away the old and revealing something new. Her hair transformed into blazing green flames, writhing like fire snakes. Her entire body shimmered, cloaked in that cursed fire. Her whip twisted and morphed—the tip now a serpent's head wreathed in flames.
She cracked it once—whoosh!—and Aria was flung backward like a leaf in a storm.
Aria somersaulted mid-air, landing with a skid. Then she darted left, right, left again—each move faster than the last. But Selmora's eyes followed her. Calm. Precise.
Like a hunter studying prey.
In a flash, both women charged, fists raised. Their hands collided mid-air—BANG!—a shockwave rippled, warping the air.
"AHHHH!" they screamed in unison.
