CLANG!
SKREE-CHHH!
SHRA-KLRRR!
Tasora masterfully swung her obsidian blade, aiming to slice the Aberrant in half.
Abalam caught the edge with her palm, but the sheer power behind the strike sent her through the air.
She hovered there, genuine shock written across her face.
The power gap between this girl and the other children was immense.
"How old are you?"
"How can you be this strong at such a young age?" Abalam hissed.
"Old enough to kill an old hag like you!" Tasora barked, charging back into her.
Abalam flapped her wings, dark energy coiling around the flaps. With a simple snap of her wings, she regained her balance mid-air.
Tasora, seeing this, didn't flinch. In fact, she already expected her to do so.
She hated the charge and gestured with her hand a mocking "bring it on" motion, radiating pure confidence.
Enraged by the insult, Abalam lost her cool and dived blindly.
POW!
Suddenly, a fist encased in dark gloves slammed into her cheek mid-descent."
