Hearing the words of the tyrannical beast in front of him, Elian felt his blood run amok. Despite the pressure, he forced himself to stand.
"Charade, golem."
In an instant, his wall armor appeared and adorned his body. His weapons clicked into place—primed and hungry for battle. Sunny and Bianca had already begun exchanging blows. Ice VII projectiles and fire lances were already flying back and forth.
Sunny guffawed in glee, "As expected of Silent and Bastion's daughter! Young witch, you wield mana no human should possess! How did you even manage to get Psychomancer?"
The Phoenix did not fly and merely flapped her wings; each time she did, it looked like snakes of fire gained sentience and chased after Bianca. She had to evade and shoot them all down as she gained distance.
"Why would I even tell you?! Just die!"
Ice VII lances and Cinderglass rounds ripped through Sunny's flames like a hailstorm. Each detonation took away her fire armor, revealing her flesh beneath.
