"...Pandora, I think we should stop here. It's been several days, and we're at 0-58912... you have a look in your eyes like you want to kill me, and your smile is kind of disturbing," Azraelith says, her fists covered in blood.
"No, dearest big sister, I still need to stab you just a little bit! Don't be so mean, I haven't seen you on the ground yet, and I think I can do it now," I say, smiling at her.
"...Just this one more. This is starting to get dangerous, don't you think? You're already looking at me like an enemy. It won't take much for this to turn into a fight to the death."
"Fine... just one more... it's all I need," I form a 2-meter spear, using [Mercurial Hunter] to make the blade as dense as a planet. Its mass is so great that broken rocks from the ground begin to be pulled toward it.
"...A heavy weapon? Pandora, weight won't help you hit me. You're already slow without magic; why do you think getting slower will give you a chance?" She settles into a fighting stance.
