Swift motions of the blade cleaving the atmosphere resound as it compresses and tears apart the air in its path, every single obstruction, technique, projectile, mana spells, and the like being torn into two as they come into contact with the rapier's path.
And wielding this swift, sharp weapon that leaves crescent trail of silver glow in its path, is a lady with hair sharing a semblance of color to the trail of her armament, partnered with the blood that is being drawn by her weapon through each of her clean, precise strike, one can only wonder just how much more can she be for this battlefield.
"Come, come, what the hell happened to your bravado before, huh?" with the rapier in her hand disappearing and reappearing again in a flash, Liliana asked, the provocation clear in her tone as she continued to handle every single person approaching her with ease.
"How did she even…"
"Hey, hey, that's one of the front row seats she's fighting against…"
