Just as Mikail was about to get hit, two people appeared in front of him, one man and one woman.
The man had fire dancing in his hands, while the woman was surrounded by what Mikail could only describe as water flowing unnaturally around her.
The man wore a huge grin, wild and unbothered. The woman... Calm, almost serene.
"Ahaha~" The man laughed, deflecting the giant shadow hand with his fire-coated fist. "To smile like that in the face of Death... What a man!"
He turned to Mikail, grin widening.
"...Wh-What... That thi-" Mikail tried to speak, eyes locked on the monstrous shadow. It lunged at him again.
But before he could finish his thought, the woman raised her hand.
"*Sigh*... Still green," She muttered, not even sparing him a glance.
The water swirling around her coalesced, forming a massive sword. Without hesitation, she made a subtle motion with her hand.
The sword launched forward like a divine judgment.
