[color=f6989d][b]Sister Marta Rocha[/b][/color]

[b]Mekong River - 10/25/2022[/b]

Wasting no time to react, Marta quickly hopped to her feet and charged the enemy arms masters with her boxing guard raised. Closing the distance, she decided not to avoid too many attacks - she could sidestep some of them, but...

[color=f6989d]"I'll take the vanguard, Miss Nil! Please back me up!"[/color]

Ducking beneath a stray kite, she lunges to sweep at the ground, sending a spray of debris flying to obscure the enemy's sight before running even faster. A blast of freezing slush impacts her - she grits her teeth and feels the burning on her right hand, but it does nothing to impede her momentum as it crashes against the fearsome Left. She puts on a face of bravado.

[color=f6989d]"Gnrkh! Hah, is that... all you can do? Thanks for the air-conditioning!"[/color]

Ropes harder than steel wind around her arms, gripping them with tremendous force, but before their grip can tighten any further - 

[color=f6989d]"Will the wild bull be willing to serve you, or will he spend the night at your feeding trough?"[/color]

With a single pull, the hands binding the hand of wrath snap like poor strings, weak before its apocalyptic power. With a quick motion, the ropes ensnaring the burnt and bruised left hand are torn asunder.

[color=f6989d]"Can you tie the wild bull in a furrow with ropes? Or will he plow valleys after you?"[/color]

She barely intercepts a close-range blast of ice with her gauntlet, gritting her teeth. Her knees ache and cry out with the exertion as she darts forward in another lunge, gauntleted fist pulled back and ready to strike.

[color=f6989d][i]"Do you have an arm like God? Can you thunder with a voice like His?!"[/i][/color]

Reaching melee range by the skin of her teeth, she lets loose a boulder-shattering left straight.