Amaris Compton. (Post-world shift)
Lima Compton.
AMARIS COMPTON
This is my enemy? Hah. The administrator must take me for a joke.
In front of me was an angel exuding terror vile as death and crows born of night. But plastered onto that angel's expression was not an oozing confidence or a cautious glare, but fear. Sheer terror and fear.
Although it still hurt a bit from the two nukes, I was far more mobile than at the point of impact.
Stepping in, the space around me shifts, and my vision stretches for infinity with streaks of light flashing past me, motes of gold and black gathering before I completely blow my opponent's head cleanly off his shoulders.
Swift and simple.
I can only pray that I won't face the knight once more.
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