It was a weird sight.
A small woman, staring at a slightly small man in the middle of the desert, both covered in blood. The crater around them stretched maybe fifteen feet across, and sand turned to glass in some spots from the heat of Carmen's wings.
Adam didn't even realize it… but Carmen hasn't used her wings yet at all to attack him.
"The fuck are you?"
Carmen's crimson wings had retracted completely now, leaving only the faintest shimmer of red around her shoulders. Her left eye socket wept blood down her cheek, but she didn't seem to care now. If anything, the injury only made her grin wider, revealing teeth stained with blood.
"...Tired." Adam lay motionless for a moment, the Shion's tip still pointed upward, still dripping with Carmen's blood from where it had nearly pierced her foot.
Carmen stared down at Adam. Adam also stared back. He slowly and carefully stood up, checking if Carmen was going to attack him, but no.
