Standing at the base of the demolished tower was Matilda of Duurghaven, the short mature human woman glaring over at us, her Zweihander resting on her shoulder.
The rain that fell around her splashed against the ground, but not a single drop landed on her deep blue metal armor, nor did it wet her long black blue hair.
She glared at us, her eyes flashing a dark azure, and spoke, her voice cutting across the battlefield with its sharp, pointed tone.
"Where's that Djinn whore Nirinia? I've a score to settle with the bitch."
Narrowing my eyes, I met her gaze and waved my hand, a storm cloud of my own forming in the sky.
Gritting her teeth, Matilda frowned as another drizzle descended over the battlefield, her spell mirrored by me as I buffed the Legion around us.
"Really brat? Are you looking to piss me off?!"
The low growl that reverberated in her throat made me raise a brow, remaining silent as I continued to stare at her.
