Ophelia's heart shook. With the rush of blood, her muscles tensed up, and her vision sharpened.
Roxane... her personal guard... and her best friend...
--she was emanating... killing intent?
"I REFUSE TO ACCEPT IT!!" She shouted.
Her short, silver hair flared up with power and she rushed forward, leaving cracks in the tiles.
Slamming her mana-clad gauntlet into Ophelia's desk, it cracked in two with an explosion of wooden shrapnel.
Ophelia flipped backward, slicing both arms across her chest. The vine tendrils from the two chalkboards whipped forward, wrapping several times around Roxane's arms.
"HrrrrrRRRGKK!!" The silver-haired girl roared, struggling to break free.
Ophelia was using a chantless restraint spell-- but she was a full Metal-Rank higher than her opponent. With Roxane's movement restricted and without access to leverage, she could only use her Iron-Rank strength to overpower the vines.
