Ayra stood amidst the carnage, her great-axe dripping with the blood of Awakened . Her chest heaved, the crimson aura of her S-Grade [Primal Fury Berserker] talent slowly dimming to a dangerous, simmering red.
Her Vanguard uniform was stained and torn, but her eyes blazed with a wild, triumphant satisfaction.
She had faced down thirteen armed thugs, followers of the cowardly Kane, and with Lia's timely A-Grade healing, had turned the ambush into a one-sided slaughter.
"Hah!" she panted, a bloody grin splitting her face. "See, Vance? See, Lia? That's how you deal with trash! Direct application of overwhelming force!
Lia, her A-Grade Staff of the World Ash still glowing with a soft, emerald light, offered a serene smile.
"Certainly! Here's a more polished and professional version of the passage:
