Crowe's left fist flew toward her face, ill intent and a desire to hurt and maul enveloped it in a blue aura. A wide smile slashed across Ouro's face, who threw herself back a few inches, and raised her right arm as the fist went below her armpit.
Without giving Crowe a chance to correct the path of her attack, Ouro grabbed Crowe's arm and twisted its joints in a clumsy immobilization. The Valkyrie púnched the black-haired girl's chin, the impact of bone against bone resounded in the small room as Ouro's digits creaked because of the impact.
Chin and fingers went purple, blood dripped from them because of the impact, but neither of them relented or stepped back even an inch. With her free hand, Crowe seized Ouro's hair and pulled her roughly, ripping off a handful of hair from her scalp. The Valkyrie forcefully brought Ouro closer to her.
