Gustav charged toward Nyra like a rabid beast, his claws tearing into the earth with every leap. But Nyra wasn't scared.
She dropped her favorite crimson blade with an almost casual disdain, her crimson eyes gleaming with dangerous playfulness. From her belt, she grabbed a small black orb and hurled it into the air just as Gustav lunged to strike her.
Nyra, meanwhile, used Gustav's own momentum against him, grabbing his massive claw mid-swing and using it to launch herself high into the air. Her agility was unmatched as she twisted gracefully mid-flight, and the black orb Nyra had thrown moments earlier began to transform.
With a metallic sound, it unfolded into a two-meter-long scythe that shimmered ominously in the light.
Nyra grabbed the weapon with both hands and swung it downward in a deadly arc, aiming to cut through Gustav. But the beast's instincts screamed danger, and he dodged just in time, the scythe narrowly missing him by inches.
