If it were considered a nightmare for the dark elves to take on Anne, it would be utter hell for them to face Shira.
"Hahahaha!"
The petite young lady flourished her huge, bloodied sword, slashing blade rays one after another across the air. As she strolled, the sword with a serrated iron blade bore a resemblance to the razor-sharp teeth of a monster tore at the dark elves' flesh. Scarlet and viscous blood and flesh splattered on the ground in every swing of her blade. At that very moment, fear and despair were written all over the faces of the dark elves.
