Fifty-five minutes after two o’clock in the afternoon
Gym area
Two versus one. It’s quite the stunt to pull.
“Your arrogance can only accomplish as much, Azalea.” Malikk warns her but she continues to ignore him. He expected as much.
She is not fighting at all. She is only blocking all of Elen’s attack along with the massive explosions that the other guy throws at her time and time again. If she distances herself far from the demon, where her claws cannot reach, it gives the other guy a better opportunity to aim at her. Her magical shield cannot hold the continuous slashes of those powerful claws, it cannot keep up with every single explosive magic thrown at her either. One small magical shield gets shattered like thin layers of glass, every time an attack from the enemies hit. This is nothing more than a waste of time and energy. Whatever she has planned, at the rate she consumes her mana, she will not last long.