"That was delightful...you simply must do that again!"
A sultry feminine voice echoed in Shura's mind, the woman thwacking herself on the head with the hilt of one of her katanas.
"Shut up you! She wasn't even a challenge...I need a real fight, not some woman who thinks her ass is in instrument of justice!"
Shura retorted, the voice chuckling softly in her mind. Shura gathered her belongings, having spent the night in Sophitia's now abandoned camp.
