Jumping from one wasp to the other, Jasmine slashed her way with ruthless moves, sharp attacks, and a level of skill that could only be seen from the top fighters of the world. The Dark Elf queen indeed was a master of the blade.
Unlike Merida, who loved to use extremely long swords, Jasmine loved to fight with her flyssa, swinging its obsidian edge like the shadows of the deep sea, cutting her way across the limitless blue sky like a demon.
The slightly curved and decorated blade flashed with dark magic, sparking with brown light as shards of stone rippled from the hit, flying forward in the form of a crescent moon.
As Mathilde was about to join the battle, she saw Plum retreating and leaving Jasmine to fight alone. She looked worried and yelled at her, "Cover her back."
Plum looked back at the confused angel and smiled, "Jasmine is stronger than Cerilla by a lot."
