“ I’ll speak however I like .
And what are you so curious about ? It’s magic , everyone has it , it’s no big deal . On that subject — show me yours , stranger .”
“ . . . Won’t work on someone like me .”
It clearly did a number on her , but pride was a powerful thing . As long as she had pride , there was no way she was backing down from this fight .
Who was this unforeseen threat ?
Others would pursue an interrogation of sorts , searching for answers with words .
But people like her , communicated with her fists . From the moment she was first struck , the intention to kill was absent .
Even with that single action —
An explosion erupted from their attacks colliding with one another, incinerating everything in its path . All that was left from it was a blackened path from one another , and a battered Mereoleona — with a fist still extended forward , and a burnt and tattered uniform .