As Evelyn flew through the air towards Yami in a blur of red and black, a large scythe made of blood solidified in her arms. She let out a piercing battle cry, then swung the crimson blade with all her might, and her weapon clashed violently with Yami's staff.
"I'm going to rip you apart, you soul-sucking piece of shit!"
She gritted her teeth, flapped her wings back and disengaged, only to pivot in mid-air and launch a relentless flurry of slashes. Her scythe whistled through the wind as she tried to find a gap in his defense.
Unsurprisingly, Yami seemed to also be very good in close combat. He parried each of her strikes with fluid, precise movements, his staff moving like an extension of his own limbs. No matter how much weight Evelyn put into her swings, he met her aggression with a cold, calculated efficiency that made it clear he was no mere necromancer hiding behind his puppets.
