"Yes, but not good enough." The voice that came out of the mouth of the young girl was older and much more feral as she wielded Boros with both hands.
The blow bent the spear's haft almost to the breaking point and pushed Narma away.
'Lilia…' Protector's voice held the worry of a loving parent.
'I don't care, Dad. Just do it!' Lilia's voice held the fury of an older sister who had failed her sibling.
Wild Hunt altered her perceptions, slowing down the world around Lilia so much that the Awakened looked no faster than an average human. The young girl let her father move her eyes, pointing at the openings in Narma's defense in the order she had to strike at them.
'Wait for me, Falco, I'm coming!' She let the energy of the First Skoll course through her body, opposing no resistance as it guided her movements.
