Her heart throbbed with desire— a desire for blood and violence. She would sate her anger, as once again, she descended on the gragas with an eager sword.
She slashed and pierced across many Gragas, as the children helped to divert attention to stop gragas attacks aimed at her with excellent marksmanship.
She gritted her teeth with excitement, her adrenaline spiking as blood was spilled. The injury on her shoulder sent a choir of agony inside her nervous system, a flood of pain, but Kissenn laughed.
She laughed at that pain that made her heart light and the adrenaline in her veins burn. She laughed at it.
That pain was nothing short of thrilling as her blade met the monster's bodies, their forms starting to change before the path of the sword.
Pinkish flames started to crawl from her hand towards the blade, melting and charring the monster's corpses and their armor which unfortunately stood on the sword's path.
