"Being merciful is out of the question right from the start."
Anastasia responds as she points her obsidian finger towards Rannard. As she did, numerous ice spikes formed around her and immediately launched themselves towards her opponent.
"To think you still have the luxury to exhaust your mana like that despite knowing it's useless, here I thought you're a prodigy."
As the spikes get consumed, Rannard uses his quick feet, and with the help of a skill, to lunge and appear behind Anastasia.
**CLANG!**
Despite not turning to his direction, a wall of dark ice emerges and blocks Rannard's flame-embedded dagger.
'She did this without looking in my direction?'
Rannard jumps back after his attack was blocked effortlessly. But then, he did not waiver and continued persistently jumping around in a blur of speed.
