Kalidorn was filled with anger. He let out a roar as he drew out his sword. He charged toward Moon. His movements were wild and erractic.
He raised his blade high and was ready to strike. "You'll regret this, you insolent wench!"
Moon stood calmly. She tilted her head. She smirked under her silver mask. She turned her attention to Loxen. "Loxen. Do it. Shadow Ball. Target the Storm Hawk."
Loxen let our a growl. It began to open its powerful jaws. Shadow energy began to swirl and condense rapidly into a dense sphere.
Moon turned her gaze back to Kalidorn. Her smirk deepened as she stepped forward to meet his charge.
She took out a dagger from her waist. She held it loosely at her side. Her posture was relaxed but she was ready.
Kalidorn's fury peaked as he closed the distance. He leapt into the air. He was ready to use an overhead strike to cleave Moon in two. "Die, you wretched bitch!"