It seemed she and her opponent were doing the bare minimum, which was fine by all means. Right now it was less a use of releasing anger and more keeping her mind distracted from itself. Lylith could gradually feel the creeping of grief, a flash of silver fur matted with dried blood. The girl hadn’t wanted to think of it any longer.
A part of Lylith anticipated the other to injure her, giving her a reason to really stay immersed in this section of time and not face the rest of reality. But the woman before her barely seemed to have any spirit for all of this either.
A shrove from the other only resulted in an annoyed snap of her teeth towards Honoka once again.