Smash!
Nyxara's brain shook from the sudden blow, knocking her across the arena, legs staggering as she wobbled before dropping to one knee. "Agh... that hurt like hell." She spat on the floor, still unable to clench the daggers in her hand properly. The blow rattled her, and even now her legs felt like noodles.
'The difference in strength is too big to fight him head on...'
She experienced fighting someone stronger daily—Leonhardt was stronger than this oni.
"It seems you've realised the truth now, you fucking whore!" Vellod cracked his neck as a mist spread from his flesh, the surface like cracked ice. Then his face twisted, lips curling into a disgusting and vulgar smirk. "How is it to fight a real man?"
'What?'
Vellod's words took a moment to register in her mind as she blinked at him, completely confused at first. Then the meaning became clear. It was an insult, an insult directed at the man whom she served and adored.
