"Why are you here, Zaksha...?" asked Zamie, the right half of her body veiled in green-and-black Aura and a gaseous blade extending from her right hand.
"What, I can't come to visit my big sister without needing a reason...?" asked Zaksha, standing upright from the tree she was leaning on and shrugging dramatically. From the tips of her gauntleted fingers, frosty condensation rapidly spread, her dirty blonde hair turning white as the temperature rapidly plummeted.
"Damnit, Zaksha...!" exclaimed Zamie, swinging her blade in a broad arc, causing it to extend several tens of meters and cut through several trees before slicing through her sister's exposed side.
