With Rin beside her, Tama felt a familiar calm and confidence settle over her chest. Together, they wouldn't lose this fight. At least, that's what she thought until the air arpund them thickened with killing intent.
Their enemies weren't ordinary. And they weren't planning to lose either.
"I'll take Freya. Can you handle the old hag?" Tama muttered, the claws in her fingers lengthening, looming shiny, sharp, and lethal.
"Okay!!" Rin beamed with a wicked grin.
Meanwhile, the two dark elves exchanged a knowing look.
Mrs. Lawson cracked her neck to the side with a dry pop. "It's been a while since I had to go all out," she muttered, stretching her hands, already feeling the ancient flow of mana moving under her skin. "Cover me while I chant."
Freya scowled. "You're seriously pulling out your ace on these brats? Isn't that overkill?"
"No." Mrs. Lawson's voice cut clean. "If it were just the cat girl, normal spells would be enough. But that demon girl is giving me the cree—"
