Jael with his gray skin like ashes stood up and glared at them with her bright yellow eyes. His muscular body was so intimidating even though he had lost his wings, but that didn't scare them since the only threat was his wings, or at least that was what they thought.
"What's the plan?" Gunnar asked Agnez.
"Fuck plans, we are going to fuck him up until he can no longer stand up. Every cut counts and as long as you make a wound on his body, it's good enough," Agnez answered as she stared at Jael. "No holding back, let's fucking do this," Agnez continued as she stared at her sword and it was already in bad condition thanks to clashing with Jael's mace.
Jeanne stared at Agnez's sword, and then she grabbed her other sword and offered it to Agnez. "You can use mine, so there's no need to hold back, right?" Jeanne said.
