While she was right in saying that she was becoming a broken record with how often she was saying it, Mom wasn't wrong about this being a challenge, nor about it being rather exhilarating either.
The Dog Goddess I was currently 'dancing' with was incredibly skilled and incredibly strong, her feral nature bleeding into a deceptively refined fighting style that she was attempting to suffocate me with.
That golden spear of hers was never motionless, and her limbs tended to catch ablaze whenever she made a move, amplifying her power by giving it quite the explosive boost while also blinding me a little as my eyes were forced to adjust to the extreme brightness.
Her speed was already explosive enough, but then there was the added facet of her hitting like a truck whenever her blow did land... all in all this towering dog headed woman was more than enough to keep me entertained, especially when I got my first cut in.
