A massive shadow, blazing eyes, a storm-like aura, and energy as vast as the mountains and seas.
A pair of giant hammers descended from the sky.
Simple, yet irresistible.
This was the charm of grand, sweeping moves. Majestic and imposing, like the heavens decreeing the Dao.
Fuya's strength lay in the eerie abilities granted by her True Beast Bloodline. Toxins, strategic setups, control, sneak attacks... She was even quite accomplished in the Technique Domain.
Usually, her opponents would have their strength drastically reduced by various unexpected weakenings, crowd controls, and toxins. Ultimately, they would be slain by her exquisite killing techniques. It was just like the Mother of Crimson hunting its prey—weaving webs, setting traps, chipping away at the opponent bit by bit, and completely grinding down their will to resist on all levels, both mental and physical, before finally killing and absorbing them.
