Generals [3]

Feng Qing'er arrived before her targets immediately, flames dancing at the soles of her feet and on the wings that sprouted from her back.

"Listen here. I'm not in a very good mood since those assholes want to treat me like I don't exist, so don't blame me if you get a little hurt, okay?" 

With a brilliant smile that looked especially dangerous in the current situation, she shot forward.

A longsword had entered her hand at some point, making a smooth arc in the air as it chased the neck of one of the generals. As for the other, a similar sword made entirely of flames was flying at him as if it had a mind of its own.

Swish!

With the sound of air getting cut, the sword made impact. But Feng Qing'er wasn't able to feel the satisfying feeling of flesh being torn. Instead, a clash of metal was heard.