The Dragari, which had now already recovered, didn't go after Alex and Emily.
He looked at Ariadne, "Seems there is someone worth fighting in this place."
"Too much talking! I honestly pity your fate, but who knows, I won't even remember what happened."
Ariadne's body then started transforming; her other hand grew larger, and her teeth turned razor-sharp.
The dragari wanted to say more words, ridiculing her current absurd appearance, but his appearance quickly turned serious as he lost a chunk of his flesh.
His shoulder was now empty; Ariadne had bitten through his armor like it was a piece of tofu.
The wound had already started regenerating, but Ariadne made another attack.
She leaped once more, this time completely cutting through the dragari's hand.
"Dammit!" the dragari cursed. He knew he was not a match for Ariadne in this situation.
She was fighting like a wild beast with pure, raw strength.
