PvP Is Imbalanced

She almost mistook them for another undead. But perhaps the invader wished to keep it that way. After Lilith had spotted the red phantom in the distance she grinned ear to ear, pushing herself off of the roof of the chapel she had just caved in with her ample hips, flattening the two infernal gargoyles. She swore the boss fight was harder the fist time around.

She stomped, uncaring of what lied in her way. Underneath the parish, in the depths, the hollows and butchers found themselves under a rain of rubble shaken from above. She hadn't cleaned all the Taurus Demon off of her soles just yet, and her trail could be marked by faint splotches of blank among the rubble.

Finally, she found the poor invader sitting in a small nook between a chapel and a tower. She smiled, feeling that predatory urge flare up inside her a bit. Carelessly ramming her hips into the sides of the tower, watching the bricks cave and the hollows flattened under the rubble. She swayed her lower section effortlessly into the chapel, watching the wall fall down and crush the channeler. Not a bad outlet for her unconventional urges, this. 

The invader simply stood, awestruck and afraid as the girl rose before them in an expansive display of game-breaking curves. Her stillness of motion as she looked at them put them on edge. They could see the gears turning in her head, yet the unfazed stare showed only malicious intent.

"Here for my humanity?" Lilith laughed, leaning on the crumbling tower and letting her hips plow through the chapel's outer wall. In terms of scale she'd put the biggest bosses to shame. The parts of the invader's head that weren't reeling from the danger before them wondered what she was doing in a low-level area such as this. Or how she managed to any of this.

"Well, take it if you can, noob."