Apparently the tactic of 'hiding your ability' worked on him. The wizard didn't move from his comfortable spot. The fight was obviously taking it's toll on him. Not that it wasn't the case for her. Domalva wasn't really a top-notch surgeon, and she could feel like she was bleeding internally somewhere, other than everywhere else.
The blade of her sword rested on her left shoulder, while her hand pointed at him. Her face, filled with confidence spoke, but this time, Domalva's echo was nowhere to be heard.
“You are now mine. Craven.”
Her right hand made the sign everyone's familiar with – pointing down to the ground with her thumb. Between her snickers and snorts she got into position to run at him and give him a last slash. Not before tearing whatever was left of her clothes off.
The amazon spit blood to her side, waiting for her breathing to stabilize itself. Her hollow eyes locked with Valor's. If he looked at her expression it would be hard not to notice how full she was of herself.
“I hope you're ready, puppy--” Just as she finished her sentence, from below the ground two blurs burst out: A white mask, and the jaws of a white canine, both trying to hold onto Valor's left wrist and right foot, respectively. The dirt that erupted from before was Domalva and the mask being shot into the ground.
Nakuma leaped towards the demonic sorcerer, leaving a shockwave and more crumbled asphalt behind her. She gave a quick spin in the air and performed a heel drop kick diving towards Valor's head, meanwhile trying to minimize the area of her body facing Valor, so as to lower the chances of being hit by something at the last second.
Her body was beginning to give out by now, if she missed, he foot was probably going to finally break.