Still struggling with the heavy assault from Tamayō, Alicia arrived, her eyes openly dangerous.
And then, a deadly close combat began.
Alicia… she fights like a beast born into battle.
No hesitation. No rhythm. Just pure, primal instinct honed into terrifying efficiency.
Every move was aimed to destroy. She wasn't just a fighter—she was a living disaster. A destroyer.
But Tamayō surprised me.
I'd expected spellwork. Sorcery. Long-range tactics.
What I got instead was grace, precision, discipline, unconcealed in her attacks.
Her strikes flowed like water, yet landed like tempered steel. Each movement deliberate. Measured. Flawless.
This was a True Master.
There's no way this woman was born just yesterday.
She fights like she's lived for centuries… and spent every hour training.
And me?
I stood between them—center stage in this violent play.
But of course, I was no push-over.
