Unfinished Battle
"Hahahaha! Speak of the devil, and he shall appear!" Zehir's cold laughter echoed throughout the battlefield, causing everyone to back away from him. His chilling laughter was like a frosty wind, making the hearts of his own men shudder.
He swept his silvery gaze over the battlefield, staring at the newly arrived reinforcements of the Battle Maiden Sect. His eyes locked onto a specific figure at the forefront - a woman more beautiful than anyone he'd ever seen.
"The cowardly fox has finally decided to show her face! I was afraid I'd never get to finish our previous match." Zehir taunted, his deep voice carrying across the battlefield.
Mira's ethereal figure soon came into view. Her multi-colored tails swung around wildly like they each had minds of their own. Her icy-blue hair fluttered against the wind, and her crimson eyes narrowed in on Zehir.