Let's Imagine: My truth is stronger than yours!

The cross breaks from the wall and rushes to Calina's backside. Calina backflips, barely making contact with the weapon. She then jumps back on one foot and throws her fist into her palm. 

"... Qhyltia!" Calina exclaims with piercing silver eyes. 

Her childlike demeanor changes, she grows a few inches in height with her hair now hanging past her shoulders. With her transformation, her clothes change as well, now giving off a purplish hue with her body being covered in a lavender dress with long sleeves and a white lace covering her slim waist. 

The cross lands near Deselle, allowing her to lean on the weapon with a smile. "It seems you've grown a bit... But you still aren't the same age you were back in Phoenia." 

Calina forms a fist with her left hand, a shimmering ball of light lengthens into a long claymore with a sharp white-metal edge. 

"What? You're afraid of fighting with a minor? Don't tell me you're backing down."