Heaven or Hell
The Grand Sports Arena of the Meadows, Anhalt, Siveron
Rui
The mist shrouded the area, quickly blotting out the audience in both sight and sound.
Rui's armor cast a pale red glow into the shimmering cloud, flickering slightly and disconcertingly as she felt the cooling touch of the mist seeping into the cracks.
Zipping forward, Rui struck at where she'd last seen the Angel, but there was no one there. After what felt like half a minute, she said, "Okay, this is new," if only to hear her own voice, but it came out strangely muted. Like she was underwater.
The Burnt Angel hadn't used this trick before. Rui had watched a few of her matches. She'd mostly elected to dance through her enemies, avoiding strikes as she dealt punches and kicks in turn. She was certainly a mistress of counter-attacks, Rui recalled, but that meant she had to be in the vicinity to do so.