Jehanne wasn't one to take insults without retaliation.
Like in a joust, she ran straight with her spear pointing forward, creating a windbreak that increased her speed even further.
The leviathan-like monster was about a hundred meters tall… but its length was more than five times that. The only blessing in disguise was that its two thick hands were too unwieldy and short to reach her at its back.
That meant the distance between Jehanne—who stood in the middle of the monster's back—and the Dual-Soul Wraith was at least 200 meters.
"HAAAP!"
A distance she covered in a literal blink.
Her spear shot forward, aiming for the Wraith's face—but to her surprise, the attack, which leveraged her extreme speed, missed. No, it was dodged!
"Why should I care what I call you?" the Wraith scoffed, a look of disdain on her face. "Trash will be trash, no matter what!" And in the next instant, she pulled Jehanne's spear while launching an elbow strike to her solar plexus.
"Urk…!"
