Safa and Yolden stood inside their respective circles, face to face.
There was nothing in Safa's hands, she stood there, empty-palmed.
She couldn't use the Lux Sword; fighting with her bare fists and Qi alone would definitely raise some eyebrows. People would question her, and she couldn't afford that.
So she had to think. She needed to use her powers in a way that would allow her to participate in the magical exchange. Unbeknownst to her, the teachers were already considering bringing her along regardless, but as far as she knew, she only had one option.
The magical circles beneath her feet began to descend, pulsing downward. Her hands started to glow, Mana circulating through her veins.
"I'm sorry," she called out, her voice clear. "I know you mean a lot to him, one way or another. But I plan to win this fight!"
Yolden didn't respond, just twirled her arms, conjuring two tight vortices of spinning air. Wind elemental magic was her specialty.
