"Screaming won't pave your way to victory, you mutt."
Sophie's legs pounded on the floor as she took decisive steps forward.
Anticipation drawing near for the drawn-out battle about to commence.
Her two champions followed her. Carefully keeping a distance behind her while standing on guard at constant intervals.
It wasn't noticeable, but any veteran in the arts of War would realize the tension that eluded them.
The inert preparation for the safety of their Master.
And they were right to do so.
The air split as a trail of fire was left in Mila's wake.
A remarkable speed that occurred half step to a blink of an eye. An overwhelming presence that shook the air with her surging emotions.
Her body was an onyx blur. A shadow of her former self.
A shell cracked by the constant wear and tear that assaulted her. Breaking her to a degree that felt…..dangerous.
Right in the presence of Sophie, she flew.
