"I'm impressed by your skills and offended by your attire." A familiar voice said from behind Solus, making her turn around in surprise. "As your other half says, if you are here to talk, let's talk. If you are here to fight, let's fight."
Standing a few meters in front of Solus there was Elina with her swollen belly from the pregnancy. Or rather, it would have been Elina if not for her hair streaked with the six colors of the elements, a full suit of Davross armor, and a twin-headed glaive.
There was actually a seventh color among Elina-Mogar's hair but Solus couldn't focus on it. The only thing she knew was that it wasn't emerald green.
"Wait! I'm not here to fight." Solus raised her hands with her palms out. "Also, I remember everything Lith ever said and this is the first time I hear those words."
"Let me get this straight." Mogar-Elina circled around Solus like a predator, splitting her weapon into two halves that resembled long-hilted swords.
