Vesta couldn't believe her eyes. The man who was saying that she had gone mad just a few moments ago was now in the air, a silent specter, attacking the very monster she, a Rank-5, couldn't even reach.
The man, suspended in the air with the bored, indifferent expression, finally seemed to notice the presence beside him. His hollow eyes, which had been fixed on Vesta, now squinted, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his pristine features. Sezel's kick was a hair's breadth from his face, a blur of motion and raw, desperate power, when it struck something just a few inches short of his actual flesh.
Sezel clicked his tongue in frustration. There was some kind of invisible barrier between the man and his leg. The man's eyes flickered to Sezel, bloodlust a primary thing to his gaze. Sezel's heart shuddered in his chest. The next moment, a grip like a steel vise closed around his leg, and he was yanked backwards, his body a helpless projectile.
