"I-It's no use…s-she's a demon! There's no way an A-ranker human can be this strong!!" exclaimed Ahfa, staggering back a few steps in disbelief.
In front of him, dashing, spinning, jumping around, and cutting heads was Otsuna, seemingly lost in a trance of blade and blood.
The short, red-haired, B-ranker Veshari had done everything in his power, employing opportune timing and sneakiness into his strikes.
But not even Ahfa's innate sword skill could finish off the female human bladeborn.
It was as though she had eyes at the back of her head, suddenly turning to deflect his attack and send him flying.
Even the moments when he thought everything was perfect turned out to be failures.
Now, all eight of the wounded C-rankers had been sent back to the statues at Kahsar, in utter disbelief as they looked at each other.
They now more-than-understood why their boss sent an entire party to go after the damned human A-ranker.
