Amelia's blade cleaved another soldier of the anti-earth alliance in two perfect halves.
She moved as though the entire battlefield was her canvas, and the blood and flesh of the enemies were the paints, with her katana being the brush.
At certain times, her robe often acted as an auto-corrector.
She thrust, piercing through another enemy's eye, before slashing sideways, completely killing him.
Before his body could drop, Amelia had leapt back, her katana a blur of silver as it streaked through another enemy's throat.
Yelp.
Amelia released a low growl as her body was pulled to the side by the robe she wore.
"What was that?" She asked as she regained her balance.
That was when she saw it, a huge scythe that sliced through the earth she had stood on just moments ago.
The wielder landed a breath later, his eyes calm as he looked at Amelia.
But Amelia did not give him face; she focused her attention on the robe.
"Love this robe," she muttered with a smile.
