Leaping from the border of the abyss Kyrie goes down like a red and black spark of devouring light, like a hound seeking its prey with the full intent of devouring it to the last bit.
Yraka does not waste time either, diving head-on towards the Valkyrie, who stares flabbergasted at the reinvigorated young man. "This! no! You may be a scion, but you are neither of the wolves! How this is—"
Before she can continue her phrase, Kyrie pounces on her, Wolf Prince in one hand, and a bloody claw in the other, raising her wings to protect herself against the sword again, the blade gets set on fire, or rather, its length being coated in so much fire it almost seems to become dark red fire itself, clashing against her wings.
Blue feathers soon become golden, and then white. The fiery sword pushes through feather, bone, and flesh, slashing through it as the Valkyrie screams in pain, a strident and siren-like cry that reverberates through the abyss.
