The Heir cried out as Mel's claws met with Chan's daggers. The short-haired woman, who always stood out with her cold demeanor and calmness, had a smile on her face that would disturb those who saw it. The Wind Energy emanating from her body was disorganized and attacked Mel with her daggers.
Muk wasn't idle either, deftly controlling the ten throwing knives, trying to stab Mel's body from ten different directions. While she was doing this, she was not standing in front of Chan; the harmony between the two women was reaching its peak.
The scars that Mel's body was accustomed to had returned, and this time they were opening so quickly that Life energy was having trouble closing them. Chan was like crazy; neither her body nor her weapons could be seen, just leaving a green trail behind her.
