The fight between Lexie and Diego can be seen as a one-sided battle.
While fire and mist raged in the distance from Sergio and Claude's fight, Lexie stood on the other side, near the empty houses of people that fled from the war.
In her hands were two sharp, curved daggers of her one creation.
Across from her, leaning on the wooden post of a dilapidated house, was Diego breathing heavily. Blood was dripping from the stump where his left hand had once been, the cloth wrapped on it was already loose and soaked.
Lexie just watched. There was no need for her to put major effort into defeating the guy. The daggers in her hand disappeared. She pulled another weapon—a revolver.
Diego snickered. "Don't underestimate me, bitch. You can't hit me with that gun."
