Lise was livid.
"Die, Heathen scum!"
The young girl's blood boiled with unbridled hate for the man in front of her. She didn't know how or why the Primzahl was even screaming out that they were heathens, but one thing was for sure:
They never did anything wrong.
*KRAKATHOOM!*
With a skill that she had honed through constant fighting and endless drills, Lise sprang to action, intercepting the incoming strike as she ignored the theatrical lightning. Aria had inadvertently trained her to see faster than what she thought possible through their spats back then, the Primzahl endlessly goading her by dangling her brother's mental freedom in front of her.
"If you stand against the natural order, then you shall die alongside her!"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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