Lashbite wasn't just another villain. She was S-class—ruthless, powerful, and nearly unstoppable. Her whip cracked like thunder, each strike a deadly promise of agony.
"Let's see you bleed, pretty!" Lashbite sneered, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
Mira sidestepped, shadows flaring out like living armor, coiling around the whip and yanking it taut. "Cute toy. Mine now."
Lashbite snarled, twisting her wrist with inhuman strength, ripping her weapon free of the shadows' grasp. "You think I'm some two-bit thug?" she spat, a second whip materializing from her sleeve, crackling with raw kinetic energy. She lashed it out, the air itself splitting from the force.
Frostveil intercepted. A wall of jagged ice erupted between them, shattering on impact but absorbing the strike. "She's fast," Frostveil admitted, frost gathering on her fingertips.
