Ivy had always been the weakest in raw star power among Eden's members, yet no one treated her that way. The reason stood in front of them all, her creation. The Battle Maiden. A weapon, a partner, and proof that intelligence could rival brute strength.
A zombie lunged at her from the left, claws wide and reckless. Ivy reacted instantly. Thrusters ignited with a sharp burst, launching her forward. She twisted mid-air and delivered a spinning kick that crushed through the brute's neck, tearing its head clean off.
She landed lightly, already adjusting her stance. The Battle Maiden wasn't just armor, it was a conduit of her skill. Every movement felt sharper, faster, stronger. It didn't replace her power. It amplified it, stacking directly onto her martial ability.
