Satania's fist drove toward my chest with enough force to crush solid stone.
"RAAAAAAAGHHH!!!"
She attacked with a shout.
I stepped to the side with barely enough room.
Her punch passed close enough for the pressure alone to make my clothes snap violently against my body.
She wasn't the type to miss twice in succession.
Her elbow came immediately after with relentless precision.
I caught it using Ayuru before it could connect.
The impact forced my arm downward despite my guard.
Her knee followed only a heartbeat later without slowing.
Samui intercepted it before it could strike me.
She flowed seamlessly from one attack into the next without the slightest hesitation, refusing to leave behind even the smallest opening in her offense.
Fighting her didn't feel like facing another ordinary person anymore.
It felt like standing in front of a natural disaster and somehow expecting it to stop moving.
The others had no intention of standing back and watching.
