She was a beautiful girl.
Beautiful was not enough to describe her beauty. Ch'en was terrible at rhetoric, but if she had to force something literary, she could say that she was... ethereal.
All the dust in the world could not come near her. That was the authority of wind.
Wendy opened her eyes.
They were a pair of emerald-green eyes, even brighter than the cutest kitten's, utterly like jade.
Green wings of light grew from her back.
They looked a little like an angel's, but they were far wider than an angel's light wings, even to the point of hampering movement. Looking at her, Ch'en could not help wondering how she usually walked.
No, no, no.
She had appeared on her bed in the middle of the night. Friend or foe was unclear; she had to remain maximally vigilant.
Ch'en gripped her blade, ready to activate her time-stop domain at any moment.
"You—"
Wendy's voice echoed like one from an empty valley. For no apparent reason, Officer Ch'en's hair began to drift, and the curtains slowly swayed as well.
"Thank you."
That thank-you came entirely out of nowhere. Ch'en was utterly baffled, when she suddenly remembered something critical.
"Where's Hiyumaru?"
"That fox? I ate her."
Wendy answered loudly.
"She tasted awful."
The joke was painfully unfunny. Ch'en even felt a chill run down her spine. Holding her blade in both hands, thin light flickered and swept toward the bed with fierce momentum, dragon roars and ringing steel intermingling like a gale rolling dark clouds.
The blade drew closer and closer, yet Wendy did nothing.
She flapped her wings once.
The surging dragon roars and ringing steel vanished.
The endless killing intent, like mighty rivers, vanished too.
Ch'en's slash was like a gale sweeping dark clouds, but the wind Wendy's