I spun wildly, katana flashing in the strobing floodlights, eyes hunting Georgia amid the mansion's slaughterhouse ruins. Where the fuck—?
A light tap on my shoulder. I whirled, blade slicing air—and clashed against a gleaming dagger that materialized from nowhere, sparks erupting in a screech of steel. Georgia stood there, green hair whipping like venomous serpents, her beautiful face alight with wicked delight.
She smirked, pressing the block effortlessly. "You're really feisty. I like that. Maybe I should go easy on you."
"Like this?" I snarled, channelling raw power surging through my veins—an ability that I haven't used for what felt like years. A sword shimmered into existence in my free hand, steel humming with energy. I hurled it like a javelin, straight for her heart.
"Oh?"
