"Haa…"
Rosalina let out a long sigh.
She glanced at Julius again. After seeing how crazy-protective he got earlier, this cotton field was nothing surprising.
"Fine," she said, gripping Mary tightly in her right hand.
She slid one foot back and bent her knees into a perfect fighting stance. "Come at me."
Julius's eyes lit up. His grin grew bigger.
"As you wish, my lady."
He raised his left hand and muttered softly,
"Magic Arsenal: Weaponry."
Whoosh!
Dozens of glowing magic circles popped up behind him like a shiny wall.
One by one, weapons shot out, sharp swords, long spears, heavy hammers, giant axes, even spiked maces.
They floated in the air, waiting for his command.
Julius stretched out his right hand.
A massive war hammer flew straight into his grip.
He caught it easily and spun it once like it weighed nothing.
Then he swung the hammer forward.
All the weapons behind him exploded toward Rosalina like a storm of metal lightning.
