"Damn it," Sonia yelled, having crashed on the asphalt once again. Lyra's knockback was messing with her fight rhythm, which was a necessary trigger for her to activate the curse art that she had honed. Lyra was interrupting her even before she could begin to warm up.
As someone gifted with an insane amount of stamina and recovery speed, Sonia had practiced a fitting curse art that not only supported her reckless fighting style but made full use of her insane recovery abilities, turning her into a war machine designed to mow the battlefield.
Slamming her hand on the asphalt, Sonia once again got back on her feet. However, this time she did not blindly charge at Lyra, knowing that the latter could just throw her away, breaking the momentum she was trying to build. She needed to be clever about this, which she hated.
