From outside the darkness of the coliseum, Phoenix and Violette were winding down from their Aether-fuelled rampage, and about to rejoin the group of players on the ground. Said group, which was currently looking at the aftermath of the duo, slack-jawed and at a loss for words.
The marketplace they had been standing in the center of was a wreck.
It was like a volcano had blown up, burning the place to the ground, only to be washed away by a tsunami, and burned again in a never-ending cycle of absolute destruction.
Even SharpTusk, who had been told of the magical prowess of the two officers around a cold pint in the bars of Bastion City, could hardly believe his eyes right now.
"Whoever told me how these women had fought was wholly mistaken. He understated their power. Phoenix and Violette are not powerful mages. They are walking Armageddons…"
