Suddenly, a female shot backwards. Her back slammed against the wooden wall, creating a resounding boom. Efrita's body filled with bloody wounds spurted blood and flames. She tried to stand, but became seemed dazed and collapsed.
Vincent flashed beside her with a whistling wind. His body shooting forth like a mirage. He gently clutched her in a princess carry before placing her on a soft, padded bench. His face leaned close to her, kissing her gently with his soft lips. "Rest easy, my princess of flames. Thanks for the hard work." He released her after a moment, leaving her with the words he said. While his anima recovered her wounds.
Slowly, Violetta clapped, watching his actions. "Not only did you brutalise her, even treating her gently after. The thought of it makes me feel so wet. Are you ready? D-a-r-l-i-n-g!" she said with a sultry and challenging tone.
