"You oafs! I said I want her alive!" Darion's voice thundered through the skies of the South Kingdom. Grandma Era shifted a little as she ground trembled below her feet. "Why are humans so stupid!"
That Holy Knight did not hold back his Berserker and pushed the whirlwind to Yllana. A glint flashed across her eyes. "Hell's Berserker,"
Flames rose beneath her in a circular motion. It danced with the wind and encircled her inside a whirlwind of fire. In a matter of seconds, it rose higher and higher until no one could see her inside. She couldn't feel the heat from the fire. Hell, she was not even burning from the fire!
"She's only a Mid-Saint! How…" the two knights staggered back. The one limping with his wounded leg gorged down a bottle of medicine. When the pain in his leg subsided, he hastily removed his helmet and glared at Yllana. His brow was still twitching either from fear or anger.
