The night was cold and the rain even colder. The odd scarred maiden in armor slept in her alleyway like always. Why was she even there? Because there wasn't a strong opponent left in the earth for her. All the heroes died out, and the big advanced contraptions that were used nowadays in war were too weak. She just sat there, in an alley, inmobile, for weeks and weeks.
Until she heard a roar in the distance. Her head perked up and her lips viciously curved into a smile.
"Can you feel it, Domalva?" She asked. A booming voice replied to her from besides her, "Of course I did you arrogant wench. I wasn't made just five thousand years ago!", the male voice chuckled in glee. The spirit fed on guilt and bloodshed, this was obviously good news. The feeling of a life-form far stronger than a human was something that brought him happiness, it had been years since his drooling snout ever smiled.
She got up, covered in her wet cloak, and at lightning speeds she took off, jumping atop the buildings until harshly landing atop a skyscraper. The vantage point let Domalva watch the tower of smoke rising above from afar. "It is beautiful! Onwards, slut, to carnage!" yelled out the wolf. The woman was already used to the derogatory names, so she didn't pay attention. Like a bullet, she shot towards the explosion, until colliding against another building, only to shoot out of the other side onto the next.
Finally she reached a building next to ground zero. Her body broke through the roof easily. Covered in debris, dust and small pieces of glass, the armored maiden let out a vicious roar. Calling out to the cause of the explosion. It didn't even sound human. Overlapping her voice was the guttural sounds of a thunderous male voice.
"I am Nakuma, and I will be your reaper, oh mighty warrior! Step forward, and let me hang you by your spine!"
Her feet stomped on the roof of the skyscrapper, planting herself.