'Shit! Shit! Shit!!' The Commander of Wrath cursed internally. 'I can't hit her! Why? How??'
Her pale blueish hair was short, barely reaching her chin.
Her eyelashes were long and glittering.
Her body exuded steam continually, as if she was burning up.
Her steps were light and graceful, and her bare feet, each time they came into contact with the ground, left a thin trail for Ice.
It was only thanks to the Ice left behind by each step, that the Commander could tell that it wasn't steam that was oozing out of her body, but a natural freezing mist.
Again and again, the Commander swung his whip! Not once did it hit.
'Light... On my feet.'
Dancing through the frantic onslaught of whip attacks, Krista had completely changed.
Her pointy nose shook. She lowered her body, letting the whip pass above.
From her lower back, a tail swayed from right to left.
The Commander took out a second whip, and both were swung at once.
