Melina never expected things to turn around so quickly, and Monica never expected to lose so quickly.
Although she had devoted herself to studying Charm Magic, she still had some fighting capability. The demons she had consumed over the years hadn't been for nothing.
Her three-meter stature endowed her with great strength, and swinging a knife to chop someone wasn't bad either; even a Cambion like Cambion, full of muscles, had been treated by Monica like a toy, thrown around at will.
But faced with the Undead clad in heavy armor that charged faster than flying, Monica only lasted two seconds.
The Flaming Longsword was swung at incomprehensible angles. Melina's hands seemingly had no joints, moving as flexibly as a whip.
With a few snaps, Monica's knives and the tail behind her were cut into segments, and then Monica's belly was ripped open.
Luckily her stature was tall, or that sword would have taken off her head.
"Wait! Don't kill me. I can still be useful!"
