*Snap* *BANG*
Before Yvigarh could be pulled back by the nascent apocalyptic tornado, Lucas's hand made a snapping sound as he struck fast and pulled back. Even if the abrupt weather change had stopped the lavender-skinned alien's charge a few steps short of his estimate, the wind pressure he pushed forward hit her in the gut, and threw her back at an even faster speed.
The purple eyes glinted coldly as blood of a rich but identical color ran down the beautiful chin after a suppressed grunt. They looked at Lucas as if to engrave his image on the retinae. There was no hatred or anger, but only machine-like coldness, a certainty to remember.
But that was all. Yvigarh twisted her body in the air, suppressing the pain of torn internal organs, and rode the wind back to the center of the small world. Behind her, Lucas didn't pursue. He raised his golden eyes to the halberd that had now cracked.
