The Luna stared at the drakkon, before she raised her claws up in the air. The claws slashed down and with one simple motion, they had sliced down the other woman's hand. Red blood dripped down her hand and onto the ground.
The woman evaded a multitude of attacks from the Luna, her eyes widening slightly. This was nothing like the previous attacks from before. As she jumped back, she quickly manifested her music trunk, and pulled out a long sword from inside.
The sword spanned over her length, and was a dark red color. She had just removed it from it's sheath when the Luna brought her claws down again.
Blade and claws met, releasing bright red sparks into the air. The drakkon grit her teeth, as she pushed the taller woman back and jumped back a few paces herself. If she allowed the woman to overwhelm her, then there was no chance that she was going to win.
