The battle's about to finish, do we have a winner...?
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Setra was quick to notice that the Celestial Saber’s attacks had switched from Menace over to him.
“Milady, do something about that sword.”
“Understood.”
*Fwish*
The bandages extended from Menace’s arms!
It was the secret assassination technique from the Amara royal family - Bind with Cursed Bandage! Once captured, the bandages would tighten around whoever fell to the technique. Unable to move a muscle, they would dry up completely and become a mummy!
“How naïve!”
The Celestial Saber, however, moved faster than the bandage!
“Oh no, I’ve failed!”
“Oh well, what can ya do?”
Even if she had failed at capturing the sword, she still had been able to prevent any attacks from hitting Setra.
“What shall we do, Setra?”
“For crying out loud, Milady, fight hand-to-hand!”
“Yes! Here’s the royal fist!”
Encouraged by her friend, Menace pushed out her fist toward the Angel, drawing a dark blue afterimage along its trajectory!
“Rejected!”
The recalled saber cut in between both fighters.
*Thuud!*
“Oooow!”
The princess raised a scream when her fist hit the flat of the sword.
“W-What’s this?”
On the other hand, Nanael, who should have escaped the attack, gave a shriek when she saw the dark blue aura that had stuck to her!
“You did it, Milady! It seems the curse worked!”
“It did?”
While puffing on her fist again and again to relieve the pain, the Amaran girl made a surprised expression: she was almost convinced the curse wouldn’t work on an angel. In fact, the way the angel winced under the curse was rather comical.
“Curse? You would curse an angel like me?”
Nanael faltered only for a moment, and then her face got dyed red with anger.
“Celestial! Chop them up!”
Entrusting herself to anger, Nanael gave a huge swing with the Celestial Saber.
“This is it, Milady!”
Setra’s mouth turned into a grin. It was a smile confident in their victory.
At this stage of the match, the angel was throwing an all-out attack with such a huge swing that was just asking to be countered.
Faster than the Celestial Saber could reach her, Menace’s slap caught Nanael.
“Hiah!”
Her overstretched palm slammed the angel’s belly!
*Slaap!*
The loud, dry sound, like clapping, overlapped with Nanael’s scream.
Losing the strength in her legs, the Angel fell awkwardly to the floor.
“Aah, the Holy Milk...”
The last drop of milk fell on top of the knocked down angel.
“Tsk, and there goes my share, doesn’t it?”
Setra lamented, his eyes on the now empty bottle.
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