His change of mind was simple.
How was he ever to grow if he never fought people who were strong? It had been a long time since he had tested himself against an opponent strong enough.
They flew through the wooden stage, their weapons clashing with metallic sounds and sparks.
The severance in Vacuse's umbrella couldn't cut through her spear as he wanted. The spear seemed to be an artifact weapon of some sort.
"Ohohoh! Dragon heir! Why are you running? Wait, let's fight!"
Indeed, Vacuse was on the offensive, giving her space as they clashed and running now and then.
She grinned loudly, her face lighting up with a strange light of cruelty.
Suddenly she raised her spear up, drawing it back as if she were holding a sword. A strange energy ran from her into the spear and gathered at the very tip.
The energy was a destructive lightning.
"Dragon's art, flash!"
