Now.

BANG!

Vesta was sent plummeting downward so fast that the air split around her, plumes of smoke and a billowing smog separating as she landed into the lake of lava.

Sylas frowned, looking at his arm. '… Her Constitution is actually so high…'

He had felt not only some pain from that strike, but if he had struck any harder, he might have cracked his own Scorpion Warlord Armor.

But as he had said, Vesta might be strong, but her combat experience was worse than pitiful. All her weight was forward on that strike, and she had left herself no way out. Not to mention the fact she had leapt into the air without hesitation when she had just proven to herself that she had no confidence in the skies.

It was the epitome of foolishness.