Breaking The Strong

"… Weak!"

In one easy swing, I broke through their lousy defences, breaking their mediocre forms.

In another strike, I sent pangs of pain coursing through their bodies.

"Not yet!"

Another hit sent another painful sensation running through their bodies.

Even as they struggled to exchange blows with me, my fluid movements were too much.

Controlling every portion of my body, while getting rid of excess movements, made me much faster and more efficient compared to the two of them.

'Serah, you call yourself a Mage, but your Magic Attacks are too simple.'

Being too focused on destructive ability wasn't healthy.

Why?

'What makes her different from Martial Artists?'

"You'd be mistaken for a Martial Artist… but even then you're too mediocre to be recognized as an expert." I mocked Serah, swinging my blade down at her feet.

She yelped, falling to the ground.

Seeing this, Gerard became enraged and charged at me with full force.