[Booom] Grabbing Ifrit's throat, Lucas slammed her on the ground. Molten magma spewed out from the shattered crystalized ground like splashes of water. Her swords fell down through the cracks on the land into the sea of lava.
"What the...? How...? I am superior," Ifrit was baffled with the situation as Lucas pulled her up in the air by her throat. She got superior power, but Lucas, who got his power sealed, has countered them and now beating her down.
"You say you can't feel emotions... Then what's with that surprised look? Power without experience is useless," Lucas said in a cold and unwavering voice as he summoned his Blade of Despair.
For a moment, the fire elemental felt anger. Getting beaten by a man with little power, her pride couldn't take it, "Arrrrrgggg... I won't be defeated by the likes of you."
[Booom] [Woooosh] Ifrit screamed in anger. The Sword of HellFlare appeared in her hand with a burst of a firestorm.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!