'This should work.'
He pulled up the card again, watching as crimson energy pulsed more intensely now that he was committed to the summoning.
The image depicted on the card showed a woman who could only be described as terrifyingly impressive.
Wild crimson hair that cascaded past her shoulders in untamed waves.
A muscular, battle-scarred body that spoke of countless fights survived.
Work armor that covered the bare minimum while showcasing abs that could probably deflect bullets and arms that looked capable of bending steel.
A massive warhammer rested casually over one shoulder, the weapon so enormous it should have required both hands just to lift.
But what really stood out were her eyes.
Reptilian ember irises that burned with barely-contained violence and a manic grin that revealed razor-sharp teeth.
Everything about the image screamed "battle maniac."
The kind of person who solved problems by hitting them until they stopped being problems.
