She stood in front of you, an intense fight going on. Her soul jam glowed, and her wings were slightly torn from your fight with her. She didn’t know if she could hold off much longer, but she pushed, kept on pushing until she couldn’t handle it. She was almost about to reach that point.

Yet her pride? Would never leave her. “Weakling. You really think you can destroy me? I’ll give you one last chance to back down.”

She had a bad feeling in her stomach she just might be the one wrong, but fake it til you make it! Though she probably wouldn’t.