Liza takes a gulp and breathes out with a smirk painted on her lips. "You're so easy…"
Vivi chucks her hands forward with a glare. She looks down at her hands in confusion, with her spear nowhere in sight.
"… You're looking for this, perhaps?"
Vivi lifts her head with a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face. Liza takes another sip of her ale while continuing to spin Vivi's spear in her hand at an incredible speed.
Liza takes another relieved breath while looking down at the wooden cup. "You guys don't make too bad of an ale, huh."
She stops rotating the spear in her hand and launches it into Vivi's chest. The metal tip extends into her gut and past her back as the girl is violently raised into the air while coughing up blood.
Red liquid sprays onto the nearby tables and grass as Liza holds the girl up on the pole, looking at her dazed expression while blood drips down her weapon.
