Field of Battle – Midnight Clash
The moon hung high, casting its pale glow on the cracked earth of the campus field, now scarred from the force of two clashing demons. Smoke curled from the craters beneath Teemah's boots, her silhouette sharp and imposing against the broken landscape. Her crimson eyes shimmered in the dark, locked on Vina, who crouched low across from her, her shadow blade humming with energy, fangs bared, blood dripping from her arm.
Vina's breathing was heavy, but her stance didn't falter. Her black hair clung to her cheeks, wet with sweat and the edge of a wound above her brow. Her violet eyes flickered with defiance.
"I didn't come here to fight a brat," Teemah said, cracking her neck. "But damn, you're making this fun."
Vina didn't answer. Instead, she flicked her blade upward, and dark mist began to swirl around her like a living storm. With a growl, she vanished in a blink.
BOOM!
