Standing at a distance, Mel faced towards Rosana while idly tapping the floor.
"Didn't Lila freeze the entire floor yesterday?" Mel smirked. "Who fixed it so quickly?"
"The academy staff." Rosnaa shrugged. "Each one of them was an Apprentice ranked or higher. Cleaning up a few ice with some artifacts shouldn't be much of a chore."
"Artifacts?"
"By the Principal, yes."
"Well, of course," Mel mumbled as her toe straightened and pattered her frustration on the ground.
"Alright. Enough chattering."
Mel drew an idle gaze at Rosana's hands, the usual weaponries she conjured remained nowhere.
"Not going to hold a weapon?" Mel raised her brows in surprise.
Rosana shook her head before holding up an open palm.
"This."
Her ruby eyes softened, a hint of regret Mel had never seen before.
"Will be more than enough."
Mel paused a little before recalling Rosana in-game. Fist though? That was a-
