It was a brutal battle... Actually, I was whooping his ass like crazy.
It was one-sided as hell.
He was a baby after all.
I was firing rounds of magic blasts at him.
You know, for the past few weeks, I've been practicing using magic and martial arts with Sera.
I won't lie—she defeated me every time—but she also said I'd gotten a stronger grasp on my ability.
"A great many of fleeting mortals can't hurt you easily," she giggled.
The moment we engaged in battle, I fired an offensive spell at Rufus.
It connected, and he blew up like a watermelon stuffed with dynamite.
But just as I was turning away—
"Interesting, Babe…" his voice boomed. "Can you teach me how to do that?"
"Wait, wait, wait," I warned. "I am not Babe, please. Find another nickname to give me. And what's with you? Can't you die?"
As I was talking—can you imagine?—Rufus did the exact same spell I had thrown at him.
