In the epic poems about the lives of heroes, the battles of heroes are often described as "beautiful."

The swing of their sword is beautiful, their forward stride is beautiful, their resolve is beautiful, and their expressions, unflinching even in the face of pain, are beautiful.

But Sylvia's fighting could not be so simply described in such poetic terms.

Her battles were brutal.

There was little time to pay attention to the second floor from the first, but the gunshots, screams, and the sound of flesh being torn that echoed down from the second floor often drew unwilling glances upward.