Her boot taps what could have been the head of the creature. It's inert. Even then, there was no need for confirmation; as soon as she stepped off the dead monster, its form began to dissolve into the familiar shape it had been created from... An imitation of her armor.
She frowns. As much as she grew to like using magic -feeling the sheer power flowing through her body and into an attack-, she preferred the MJOLNIR. Too many different tactics. Too many ways Senshi and Spartans differed in how they operated.
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Her boot taps what could have been the head of the creature. It's inert. Even then, there was no need for confirmation; as soon as she stepped off the dead monster, its form began to dissolve into the familiar shape it had been created from... An imitation of her armor.
She frowns. As much as she grew to like using magic -feeling the sheer power flowing through her body and into an attack-, she preferred the MJOLNIR. Too many different tactics. Too many ways Senshi and Spartans differed in how they operated.
"Was that the training you thought of?"