Hans's golden aura surged as he pressed the attack, his greatsword carving a blazing arc through the air. The blade was wreathed in golden light, and each strike carried the weight of his will.
"[Tyrant's Blade Style: Ironstorm]!"
Alice's body twisted, flowing like shadow as she evaded the first strike. The second came faster, a horizontal slash aimed at her ribs. She ducked under it, her claws raking toward Hans's exposed side.
But Hans had already anticipated the move. His greatsword reversed direction mid-swing, deflecting her claws with a sharp, ringing CLANG that sent sparks showering across the blood-soaked earth.
Alice's eyes widened.
"You—!"
Hans didn't pause. He drove forward, his shoulder slamming into her chest and sending her staggering back.
"Cast Formation! NOW!"
Neil's voice rang out, sharp and commanding.
"All mages! Restriction spells—FIRE!"
