RF67

There, in the centre of it, two figures were locked in mortal combat.

One was Tyrian; Summer recognised him immediately. The other, she would swear she'd never seen. A girl that looked as old as Yang, yet was moving as fast as Summer could, bending and flipping around Tyrian's weapon and his inky-black tail, wielding a thin rapier with precise strikes. Her multi-coloured hair marked her the ally of Torchwick, if the fact she was fighting Tyrian didn't already.