(Third Person POV)
"Hahaha, very good. I won't defend against this attack. Come at me with everything you've got."
Tiran put his hands in his pockets and stood relaxed, waiting for Diana's attack.
"Hooooh!"
Diana exhaled the breath she had been holding and suddenly vanished from her spot.
Swish!
A moment later, she reappeared behind Tiran, her body crackling with electricity.
Booosh!
A long red line appeared on Tiran's chest, and blood began gushing from it like a waterfall.
Drip! Drip!
"Sigh ,That was my strongest attack, and yet it only caused a surface wound… the difference is just too great."
Diana let out a frustrated sigh and returned her sword to her spatial ring.
"There's no need to be disappointed. If it had been someone else, you might've defeated them with that strike. Hahahaha."
Tiran turned around, still keeping his hands in his pockets.
