"State your name," he demanded.
Burning Angel had a tendency to ask for his opponent's name before facing them in battle. Most of the time, they responded, and sometimes, he had to beat it out of them.
Today, his first-ever Primordial opponent responded.
"Qohor, now step aside or die," the butterfly replied in a feminine tone. Clearly, she was a female, which only made things even more complicated for Burning Angel.
He hated fighting women, believing that doing so would disappoint his late mother, who had taught him never to beat women.
Of course, he immediately justified everything by telling himself that this was necessary, or else his friends would die. With his resolve made, he was ready to kill.
"I am afraid I cannot do that," Burning Angel replied, gripping his spear tightly.
"Then die."
Qohor moved, and she was before Burning Angel the next moment.
BANG!
