A witch and a demon?
There, on the far end of the club, on the wall, almost at the exit, a massive dent could be seen with cracks around it. A loud thud had him looking down, and there, Lillith was, bleeding.
Blood dripped from her head and arm. Her eyes were closed as if she had lost consciousness, but after a few seconds, she moved. "Argh…" she winced at the pain that shot through her back. Her body froze, realizing how much damage had been done to her.
Just one strike was all it took to cause so many injuries, and they were barely healing.
She raised her head and looked at the second floor where the pair silver eyes stared down at her with curiosity. To say she was shocked to see that would be an understatement. Why would she look at her with curiosity? Lillith couldn't quite understand until it struck her.
She was testing her limits!