Seeing that Taros had also drawn his weapon, Rosvisser realized that these two bastards intended to fight together.
The magic stored in her dragon crest still had reserves—it should last a little longer.
Rosvisser placed a hand lightly on her chest. “Hopefully, he’ll make it back before my magic runs out.”
If it were a one-on-one fight, she could confidently take down either of them.
But against both at the same time? She wasn’t sure she could win.
She had a general grasp of their combat methods by now—they summoned surrounding materials to form weapons for their attacks.
That wasn’t difficult to counter.
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