It was over in a second... The battle for Astera, the pure white of the city soiled by war... Her lover's desperate cry for her name as Alisa pushed her away. As if it had never existed to begin with, the demon hunter found herself in an alien, hostile world, whose very air felt like a foul miasma that could easily consume her in a heartbeat. Even if she couldn't quite see it anymore, that desperate image on Sofia's face yet screamed at her with every fiber of her being, steeling Alisa's resolve from the moment she sat foot in enemy territory. She'd finish this demon, then claw her way out of this pit by any means necessary. Mind you, she didn't actually start of on the right foot, or any foot either. Instead, all she could do was shield her face.
"Ugh...", grunting as she met the dark, Abyssal soil with a gripping hand, she still felt that unyielding grip on her leg pulling her onto the ground, but as she moved lower, she could grip the ground with one hand as she slowed her advance, gripping on her girthy, heavy sword as she she drew it from her back and swept it down along her body, "Pushy one aren't you...?!"
Dirtied, battered and bruised, the nonetheless unharmed Alisa cut herself loose with a swift, unhesistant swing, holding her sword out to her left side as she rolled back onto her feet, staring down her enemy, as if peering into his eyes could give her a glimpse into the rotten soul that had dared pull her in. Against her better judgement, here she stood before a foe she knew little to nothing of, with no choice but to engage it in combat, with no desire but to seize victory against a foe with an oddly similar magic to her own.
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