Over the vast and seemingly endless dunes on the far side of the town, two figures clashed in a cold spray of pale blue light and white radiance. The desert had become their arena, the sky their ceiling, and every grain of sand a witness to powers that should not have been wielded so freely.
One was a tall, full-figured woman wearing what looked like an overflowing dark-blue dress with cloud patterns rippling across its surface. Her considerable frame carried her tremendous breasts naturally, her body built with the kind of generous proportions that made such abundance seem inevitable rather than unusual. Her every movement spoke of ages spent growing stronger, perfecting the art of her own devastation. She moved in clean synchronization with her garments, every gesture precise despite her size. Even her breasts, when they swayed with her movements, seemed to beat the air into submission.
