Lilah watched as the fight became more intense. Amara was blood thirsty and she didn't stop at anything and would even go so low to trick Maximus by pretending she was a weak woman.
Maximus however didn't fall for it. He didn't care if Amara had pretended like a damsel in distress, he would feel nothing as he rushed to grab Amara by her neck.
Amara narrowed her eyes at how Maximus was different than any of her opponent. They would have looked down on her as a woman and would feel confident that they could take her down.
But Maximus never fail for any tricks and was always on guard. Even when she tricked him into coming closer in a moment of weakness and used her whip to grip the nearby sword to stab Maximus on his back. Surprisingly Maximus seemed to know this and stepped back as nimble as a rabbit.
Amara tilted her head to the sides, "You are indeed different. One of a kind. If you had entered the Saintess Cult we would have been very welcome to you."
