"There is no shame in your defeat." Dawn took one of the white prisms that hung to the hip of her Firstlight armor and shaped it into a crystal sword. "I decided that I would sit out of the fight until someone was about to hurt Zepho.
"You've just been unlucky, sister. In other circumstances I might be here kicking the spear guy's ass."
"How can you spout such arrogant words when we haven't started to fight yet?" Abthot lunged at the Horseman with her right blade while keeping her left arm ready for a counter.
"Because I've already gauged your level, sister." Dawn's smile didn't flinch, nor did her crystal blade raise to meet Balmung.
A hard-light vise appeared out of nowhere, delaying Abthot's lunge for a split second before she freed it with a flick of her wrist. More than enough time for the Bright Day to meet the left sword with her own and punch Abthot in the face with the two women's combined strength.
