Excellia Academy
"Bang!"
"Clang....Clang...."
"BOOOOM!"
The sky above the academy fractured with every collision.
Heather's greatsword slammed against Beball's rapier, the impact sending sparks cascading like falling stars.
Each swing he made carried enough force to crush a mountain, yet Beball met them with effortless precision.
"Weak..." Heather pressed.
"I'm only performing to his lord Paimon's standards," Beball replied calmly, his rapier flicking forward.
A blur slash threatened Heather.
He twisted, barely grazing him in time.
The force still pushed him back, boots scraping against empty air.
Above-
A lance tore through the space he had just occupied.
Abalam, the other lady servant of Paimon, descended.
Her strike split the air, the shockwave alone forcing Heather further back.
Below them..
"Tch— Lucky shot!"
Zmey burst out from the rubble of a shattered wall, launching herself upward. Her gauntlets glowed, heat radiating from the metal as she drove forward.
