Attack 17
A while ago.
Just when Kil headed to the first layer after killing Xavi, Nana knew what this meant.
"Keep your eyes on your opponent, didn't I teach you that?" Timo threw another sword at Nana. Nana was barely able to dodge it. One of her wings was chipped, cut off by Timo and he gave her no chance to recover.
"Was I so bad as a teacher? Seemed like you learnt nothing," Timo stood straight in front of the Nana who struggled to stand.
Her body was bruised and she almost collapsed on the ground. Through half-lidded eyes, she, with her mouth open, heavily wanting to get more air, could only focus on the outline of Timo.
She once, even though she shouldn't admit, admired her teacher, trainer, who guided her to become stronger. This figure she respected, had one hand in his pockets while his other spewed light blue sparkles about to form his sword out of his life force engraved with electricity.