Or so it appeared.
Two seconds after, White's image began to disperse into motes of light, and Jolie turned her head up, finding White standing above the arena, his eyes looking into the distance.
"Hey, Instructor Iritis..."
He shouted.
"The runes on the barrier have dimmed. Does that mean the Punishers using it decreases its energy, and there's a limit to how long they can deactivate a person's technique?"
White asked, and Instructor Iritis's eyes furrowed as he muttered.
"It's not absolute. It runs out of energy with every Severing order, and should be empty after seven or eight orders."
He mused beneath his breath, but shouted to White.
"It's no use. Fighting them will only escalate things. We can talk our way out of this."
BURSSSSST!
Energy burst through the sky, piercing through the clouds, and White turned his head, finding a figure brimming with crimson energy floating in the air.
It was none other than the Lead Punisher whom he had slapped out of the arena.
