Ri flashed forward, not bothering to fully transform.
Ri had no movement techniques. However, did she really need them at this level? With her void will, a small space like this was nothing to her.
Chike stood abruptly to Ri's charge, slightly panicking as he lost sight of her.
"I don't remember consenting to this match." The faint voice of a dark-skinned beauty rang out.
She had been the picture of absolute elegance until now, not speaking a word. But, with Ri's attack, her demeanor suddenly changed that of an underworld queen.
Her hair was done in a tight and delicately crafted bun, embroidered with gold jewels. Her dress was form-fitting, clinging its dense black to her immaculate curves. But, the most striking part about her was the pitch-black array being etched into the air at the wave of her small hand.
