"No, you don't~"
Isabella surged forward like a meteorite, her fist crashing into the atmosphere, and the rumbling in its wake caused every point in space to be affected, revealing the Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa.
Without missing a step, she then pounced toward it and punched its arm with a bone-shattering force.
*Bang!~* *Bang!~* *Bang!~*
Each blow distorted the very space around them, creating pulses that collapsed the surrounding dark mist into swirling vortexes of empty space. The Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa attempted to counter, its tendrils weakly lashing out like serpents, but Shirley was already behind it, her spear carving elegant arcs through the air, severing each limb before it could even strike.
The Nefarious Darkwill Rakshasa reeled, its immense frame stumbling under the weight of their combined assault.
The twin forces of phoenix and dragon moved in perfect rhythm.
