As the cloud of smoke made out of the kicked-off dust slowly dissipated, it revealed the alluring, perspiring figure of the tall, blonde amazon. Her expression was twisted into a wide grin. Her bountiful buxom chest was swinging vertically as she heaved heavily. Yet, despite looking as if she spent a great deal of stamina, she was in a much, much better state than her opponent, Lord Bart.
She looked fine and unhurt. The huge clash, with the explosive release of power, did not hurt her at all. The same crimson, translucent aura covering her silhouette made her look more like a fearsome reaper of the battlefield.
Naybeah looked at Lord Bart wriggling in pain on the ground. Despite her power up through the magical contract binding a bonafide demon from whatever realm they resided in, to his very soul tethering it to his being forever, he seemed that his power had yet to fully develop and trained properly.