Show me your power. [Ulv/Demonica]

Out of the City came Ulv, a girl who had always seemed to look for the best in people. She spoke of how silly Demonica was, and went to boop her on the nose. However, the actions that followed their interaction took place almost simultaneously. Ulv's statement would not elicit a smile from Demonica. Instead, an entirely different sequence of events occurred.

Demonica's fist found the toned abdomen of Ulv like a wrecking ball finds a wall. There wouldn't even be the tiniest rise of dust from the collision but, the amount of force was enough to topple a small mountain. Instead of a Rampant blow, it was pointed, precise, and deadly.

The warrior garbed in rags took several slow steps back after that, before getting into a traditional fighting stance. Her expression was neutral, her stance firm without the slightest opening. Her muscles were entirely relaxed, and the ground remained for the time being unscarred despite her arrival. There was not the aura of a warrior, nor was there a suffocating bloodlust. Pride did not radiate from her being either. A woman stood before Ulv, not as a friend, but as a reminder.

"You know I would have walked through the front door if I was here for that reason." Demonica said after what felt like an eternity of silence.

A war was coming. Demonica needed to make sure before she left that her friend was capable of protecting what was hers. The lives that depended upon Ulv, Demonica had to make sure that they were lives she was capable of shouldering. Many might call her hypocritical, or meddlesome, but the demon did not care about any of that. All her life she had been a brutish warrior, a berserker who had mistaken strength for integrity and power. Only when she had fallen, had she begun to understand the error of her ways.

Though Demonica would not admit it, Ulv was a dear friend of hers. While Demonica could not broker peace, or forge alliances, she was strong, far stronger than most. If the only thing she could use this strength for was to be an obstacle, a herald to prepare Ulv for what lay ahead, then that was what she would do. One more time, like when they had met the first time, Demonica would make sure Ulv would be capable of weathering the trials to come.

There was no need to flail her energy wildly about, like a toddler having a tantrum. She was focused, and the sharpness of her stance conveyed what needed to be said.