Valentine's stance shifted slightly, his body language changing from peaceful to combative without losing its fundamental serenity.
"Now then. Let's thats enough talking , lets continue our fight "
Seraphina attacked first, trying to use her thirteen-foot height and four demon wings to create advantage.
Her tail whipped forward, the bladed tip aimed at Valentine's head with force that could shatter castle walls.
Valentine didn't dodge.
His right hand, coated in holy magic, caught the bladed tail mid-strike.
Seraphina felt her corruption-enhanced tail being gripped by bare hand coated in holy energy—felt her demonic durability burning away where Valentine's palm contacted—felt him simply holding her most powerful natural weapon with no apparent effort.
"Too predictable," Valentine said calmly.
He twisted his grip and threw.
Seraphina's entire thirteen-foot body was yanked forward by her own tail, pulled off-balance, stumbling toward Valentine's waiting left fist.
