On the contrary, the Witch raised her soup spoon and waved it. An indescribable power began to wither the thorns, though it still drew the Witch's attention.
Lance seized this rare opportunity. Daring to be distracted in his presence meant she had to bear the consequences. His greatsword's direction of attack suddenly changed. Using an air slash to gather power, Lance rotated and unleashed an even more powerful force onto the Witch.
"CRACK!"
A crisp sound rang out, and the bone armor she wore finally shattered completely, becoming useless.
Under this force, the Witch could not stand steady, let alone with thorns entangling her legs, and her massive body began to teeter.
At this moment, as the two of them pressed their attack, the Witch finally showed a hint of panic.
But she only had to strain to snap the dried-up thorns before stepping back twice. The Witch did not look at Lance. Instead, she turned to rage at the woman, her eyes filled with malice.
