His enemy got up. It was the first time since his fight against Regulus that an enemy showed enough resilience to survive his blows and not only survive but get back to fighting. She was strong, she had become a monster, but it was not that treatment.
His supernatural regeneration could take care of her blows and flames, but that form… a wolf skull projecting from her face, no visible eyes, the claw as if made of solid shadows, and her shape reminiscent of a type of zombie werewolf made his skin crawl.
The eye in her chest forced the burn hole in his chest to ache with pain, a sensation he had almost forgotten in those days. It was not the average result expected of an enemy. She was a descendant of Skoll, Kyrie had said as much, but the way she felt now was too different from Kyrie.
