[No... I cannot be afraid, if we are to reclaim what is rightfully ours then I cannot fall here...]
[Especially not to a damn corpse!]
The Dark Elf Princess gently placed her brother's dismembered and strangely, still conscious head on the ground.
"Clatter... Have you already conquered your fear? How boring..."
Valeria narrowed her nonexistent eyes and rotated her scythe, its sharpness leaving deep crevices on the forest floor.
The Dark Elf gave no response and fearlessly lunged at the black skeletal being before her.
Ta! Ta! Ta!
"Die!!!"
She roared and swung her daggers, each of them coated with dense Mana.
"Die? Can you not see that I already am?"
SLAAAASH!!
Before she could even reach Valeria, both her forearms were cleanly cleaved off, leaving her elbows spurting out blood.
"AAARGH!! "
