The sound of explosions reverberated across the valley as Nicole maneuvered her flying broom as low as possible, making use of big rocks and trees as cover.
Her flying broom was a special model, custom-made by the artisans of her family.
It was faster than most brooms, so she could easily outfly her opponents. The only downside was that due to its speed, it was harder to control.
However, this problem didn’t affect Nicole in the slightest. She had been using this flying broom since she was ten years old.
By now, her level of mastery had gotten to the point where she could use it like it was part of her body.
“Damn!” a Witch, who belonged to Darkmoon Academy, cursed. “Don’t let her get away!”
Six other students, composed of four Wizards and two Witches, unleashed a barrage of spells at the pink-haired beauty, but her precise control over her flying broom allowed her to evade the spells without too much problem.