The great forest within the mountains of Wide Island was burning. Flames rose to heights akin to that of the surrounding trees as the Heir of the Battlemage continued his onslaught of lightning magic. Rebel Orcs fled to different directions, scouring for a safe route to retreat. However, two more highly capable combatants stood in their way.
Seeing Hayama's unit had already successfully escaped from the scene, Aya and Nana pushed forward to engage the thinning formation of the enemy. At that point, they had already abandoned the prospect of creating an opening for a clear retreat. The two women struck the last of the Orcs as if they were farmers harvesting crops for the taking.
"Impressive, young lady..", praised Nana as she slashed two more throats at once. She then proceeded to deal a heel kick before stabbing the same target. "You fight better than your age. How old are you?"
