'Well, here goes nothing. You brought this on yourself, so see it through.'
Seraphine tried her hardest to keep calm, having already thought of a way to defeat the wasteland monster.
She grips onto her necklace as she looks straight at her predator. Seeing its mouth draw wide as if opening up the gate to hell made her gulp. Though appalled, she steels her gaze on her target and braces herself to go on offensive. Darkness greets her along with a number of sharp, pointed dents as the creature attempts to devour her entirely.
'Alright. This is my one and only chance. Let's do it nicely.'
Seraphine called forth her dark auras and turned them into these knife-edged, spear-like fragments – an all new technique that she had come up with after going over the past ones that she got to train before and merging them together in order to find a suitable form of attack for the given situation.
