They stare down each other. Despite still being at a disadvantage as far as physical attributes go, she is the strongest one, but this time, the playing field is even. Black flames ooze from Wolf Prince into the air around it, ready to burst at any moment.
As fast as before, the specter rushes forward, ready to swing another crippling attack with her copy. Faster than he can reasonably react to, like the first time, however, there is something that wasn't there a few moments ago.
From the sword a burst of black flames explode forward, a barrier of fire meeting the crippling attack, forcing the specter to stop in her tracks. The copy meets the flames, its edge being corroded by heat and destruction, the metal on it becoming incandescent.
She jumps back, to try and get out of range of the vindictive fire. "Not this time!" Kyrie rushes towards her, sword ready for another swing. An instinctive smile creeps in his face, a smile of enjoyment.
