"With my mind's eye, I seek the power to control flames.
To bring it forth, manipulate it to my will and to snuff it out.
At this moment so bleak;
Claws to rip apart my enemies I seek."
By the time she was done with her chant, the distance between her and Greed was already less than ten metres, more than close enough for the shockwaves from Greed's sword to reach her.
And just as the high demon was about to swing his sword, Faerora clenched her right fist and pulled it backwards.
The ground trembled ever so slightly, with the cast iron rods used in constructing the floors of this underground structure shooting out of the ground and wrapping themselves around Greed's arms and legs.
The short moment it took Greed to react and break out of the unexpected restraints was all Faerora needed to dash away and gain distance from the high demon.
"Where do you think you're going?"