1518 Duel

"Our leader?" Frostmind muttered confused. He then shot to his feet and glared at the silver-haired magus as he drew his saber and brandished it towards the latter. "Someone like you doesn't even deserve to speak his name!"

Despite the aggressive attitude the man took towards him, Emery decided to turn around, casually showing his back to the other party as he walked out of the cave into the snow-filled clearing outside.

There, he unsheathed his pair of Tier 4 swords, one in each hand before turning around and facing the man, "I'm actually looking forward to this. A fight without anyone bothering us."

The magus rebel had a smile on his face at those words. 

"I'm the one who should be saying that."

While speaking those words, he raised his curved saber into the air, casting a spell upon it as it began to emit a brilliant light blue glow. In the next second, the ground inside the cave was scattered in the air as his figure shot toward Emery.