Two Noisy Saintesses
"Hey, you two, stay back," I said, gesturing for Maria and Seraphina to stand behind me. I channeled mana into my staff and muttered, "Falkrona Bloodline, First Wing." My thoughts quickened, and my senses sharpened.
Time had come to test the technique from the book Julian had given me.
"W-Watch out!"
Seraphina warned me of an oncoming attack, but I was already one step ahead. Two guys in robes rushed toward me, smirking with condescension. "Falkrona Bloodline, Second Wing," I muttered, and disappeared in a grey flash, appearing in front of one of them. He looked at me in shock as I touched his stomach with the end of my staff.
"Septem Treina," I muttered, and the priest's face turned pale with recognition of my attack.
I didn't care. "Thrust," I said, and the sound of breaking bones filled the air. The man flew backward, smashing several rows of benches and knocking out his companions.