He struggled to his feet and glared at her coldly; the daemon woman approached slowly, with her hands behind her back and a nasty grin upon her lips.
'Damn, it's not as bad as before though she's fucking powerful!'
"What's wrong, Vincent? Been waiting for me?" Her tone was deep, almost calming, contrasting her intimidating aura.
"You know I'm no longer your plaything, so cut the crap and come at me; I'll show you my real power."
Her cute little face showed a small smile, leaning her head against her right have before giving him a playful wink. Before she stepped closer, he could feel his heart throb from just her simple actions.
"My, my, my~... That's right. We have never tested each other's true strength before, do we? Well, I can't wait to see how you'll fight me, Vincent~!"
Astaroth smirked, unfazed by Vincent's words; she waved her hand and produced a dark light, which wrapped around her palms like gloves empowering her scales and power.
