'Wallace…'
Anasthasia shuddered; never in her wildest dreams, he would appear right in front of her, in the flesh. He wore the same outfit before he fought with Edward. Her eyes darted how he unsheathed his sword and pointed at her. Before she could speak, his voice quake.
"You dare sully this sacred place! Intruders deserve punishment beyond death!" He stepped his foot forward, leaving a massive ripple, and dashed towards her.
'If this is real… I can't him hurt much—'
Anasthasia swung and parried with 'Seraphine.' The staff lit up and exuded a blast. Wallace thrashed several yards away.
"Get your act together, Wallace!" She fumed in rage and clicked her tongue as he got to his feet.
He sent out slashes of wind, not twice but thrice of the same intensity, raging forth. Anasthasia arced her arm midair, and the wind imploded to a snap, nullifying his attack.
She furrowed her eyebrows as she intercepted his advances.
