Vilskapa grew flustered, spinning about frantically. Now and then, flashes of pink lightning flickered and disappeared, further throwing him off balance.
By the time he finally sensed her, she was already perched on his neck, her blade pressing lightly against his throat.
"You lose, Onii-san!"
That wasn't even a match. She finished him with nothing but speed.
Hachiman shook his head. "Don't you know how to sense the magic around you?" he sighed.
"What magic?!" Vilskapa yelled. "There's already thick magic covering this entire realm! And like I can sense magic moving that fast! I have a feeling I won't like you very much!"
Hachiman scolded Vilskapa a little longer before the next group stepped up.
Valhugr and Fangstrong.
They approached from opposite sides of the platform. Unlike Vilskapa, who still carried the look of youth, Valhugr was broad-shouldered, muscular, and imposing.
Even so, his size was dwarfed by Fangstrong's massive frame.
