God, she's stubborn...
How does she think I feel watching her get pummeled like that, without being allowed to interfere?
I will soon ignore her wishes completely and join the battle too, whether she wants me there or not.
As the battle seemed to gradually fall into the Children's favor with every passing moment, Claire bit her lips hard enough to draw a thin line of blood.
"Dumb sister of mine!" She shrieked loudly, her voice filled with raw frustration and worry, and she widened her palms in a decisive motion.
Violet light gathered quickly in a warm, intricate design hovering just above her open palms until it formed two short, perfectly straight swords that shimmered with ominous energy.
Then she threw one with all her strength, then immediately threw the second one right after it, both blades streaking toward Clay like violet comets.
And despite the Third Born gripping the first sword tightly as it flew straight toward Clay, it still lost its entire hand in the process.
