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[Still processing the kiss. ]. … This… is exactly why I can't let you out of my sight–.

throat– but she didn't falter. This was no longer a dance. No more teasing, no more waiting. Every ounce of her determination, every shard of anger and defiance, condensed into this single, piercing attack. “Face it… This ends 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.”.

enough. She planted her feet, firmly held her axe, and drove forward with everything left in her limbs. The wind of her movement sliced through the air as the edge of her axe aimed squarely at his chest. Every muscle burned, every breath cut through the iron taste in her ».

Feixiao's eyes narrowed, reading his next wild swings. With a precise flick of two of her fingers, she swatted his blade aside, sending it clattering off course. No theatrics. No hesitation. Her body still hummed with the residual fire of the Crimson Moon, fueling her just ».

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teeth, blood at the corner of her lips, she hissed:. “You're falling apart… on your own!”. If his balance were to waver under her pressure, she would then take the chance– driving her head forward, crashing into his in a punishing, dazing strike.

his blade, sparks erupting as teal wind clashed against crimson. She pushed with everything she had left, forcing Blade's strike just enough to try to get it off course and tilt his balance. Every muscle screamed, her chest burned, but she would not falter. Through gritted ».

The foxian slipped aside as the twin arcs of crimson energy tore through the air. They carved the ground where she had just been– too close, but not close enough to reach her. Then came the upward strike. Feixiao planted her feet and met him head-on. Her axe connected with ».

World cold and hard. Tiddy warm and soft.

its point squarely at him in open challenge– her stance unshaken, even as her body wavered. “If you think I'll ever submit… you're mistaken.”.

skin, the sharp sting grounding her as much as the pain inside. The taste of iron filled her throat. She nonchalantly spat to the side. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥– fresh, and hers. “… 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴… is between 𝘺𝘰𝘶 and 𝘮𝘦.”. She raised her axe, the edge catching the dull light, and leveled ».

Moon she carried burned within her– steady, relentless– stitching her back together just enough to move. A breath later, her eyes opened. Determination gleamed through the haze. She picked her axe and pushed herself upright, faltering, small abrasions peppered her exposed ».

the last threat was cleared, pain lanced down her spine. Feixiao's eyes closed. Mid-air, her body went slack. She hit the ground hard, smoke and shattered pavement marking the path she scraped along. She didn't rise. The battlefield seemed to hold its breath. But the Crimson ».

again, Flying Aureus responded to her call– not striking, but 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨; devouring each claw of crimson energy that threatened the innocent. Each time she felt it: a tearing inside, like invisible blades slicing along her ribs– payment extracted in full. By the time ».

to drag– or even outright lift– anyone they could to safety. But then, from Blade, burst a ring of energy. They didn't have time. She dug her heel and launched, faster than she'd ever moved– a blur of white and cutting teal wind streaking in a single impossible arc. Once ».

general almost 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥. But she mastered it in a breath. “Fall back 𝘯𝘰𝘸!!” Her voice cracked like a whip, sharper than command. Not an order. A warning. Desperation. Panic rippled instantly. Shouts rose. Some sprinted. Some froze. The Cloud Knights wasted no time ».

she saw it:. Blade, battered, and bloodied, 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. Oddly enough, he wasn't aiming at her. Her stomach dropped. Her eyes widened. The crowd. The knights. Those who hadn't yet fled. Some frozen. Some still watching. Some too slow. For the first time in this fight–. The ».

𝘈𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴 was awakening too far, too fast– feeding on her, leaving her hollow in ways she dared not name. … 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸– she told herself. And just then, a sudden pressure swept the battlefield– wrong, twisted, familiar. Her ears pricked before she even looked up, and ».

Feixiao leapt back from the crater she left behind, boots digging into the earth. She barely had time to steady herself before a violent ache bloomed behind her sternum. Not from the fight. But from 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. Like fire dragging claws through her chest, 𝘍𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 »

normal punch– this one would land like a shockwave. A pulse of raw force that could rattle bone, loosen footing, and for the faintest second, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 the wind itself.