Viscar looks at the boy with furrowed brow, 'He's obviously a mage. So why does he look so happy going against a physical class.' It's evident that this is a match he will have to pay special attention to; he had mentioned anything goes. And so he stroked his chin; he would obviously need to take responsibility.
She swings her hammer around like a pro on stage. Reeve watches with a snarl on his face, he couldn't wait to crush her.
"Light Magic: [Light Swords of Judgement]!" He chants pointing his staff at Ella, "[x6]." The one sword made of light that was above his head divides into six separate attacks as he says this.
"Hmm? That wasn't on his status screen. An item maybe?" It was impressive, to get your hands on an item of that caliber that is. Multiple casting and continuous casting were different. There are different types of casting but these two were the most sought after.
Multiple casting created more than one result with the same mana cost as one; while continuous casting continuously ate away at your mana as it is cast. Though, it was very useful in moments where one does not have enough concentration to chant another spell.
Ella swings her hammer, hitting away some of the attacks. Some though; a few attacks whiz by her and cut her skin. The attack isn't deep, but she still hisses from the pain. Reeve cackles happily, as he continues the barrage on her.
Continuously, "Light Magic: [Light Swords of Judgement] [x8]!"
Again, "Light Magic: [Light Swords of Judgement] [x12]!"
And again, "Light Magic: [Light Swords of Judgement] [x15]!"
It looked cruel but Viscar made no move to stop it. Ella grits her teeth as she repeatedly swings her hammer, deflecting what she can. She was covered in cuts now, but her eyes still shone in determination.
Of course, she would never go against a noble without a plan. To commoners, nobles like Reeve were the scum of the earth. They were single-minded and always driven by greed.
She had expected this much from him. She just had to wait; she could see his face paling already. He was probably draining his mana at an incredible rate.
"You bitch!" Reeve yelled, his annoyance increasing by the second. "Why won't you die?!" His creases on his forehead deepen, he had little to no mana left.
'Now is the time,' she thought to herself as she took a deep breath. "Unique: [Dhardar's Golden Hammer]!" Her skill activates as a bright light shines from above her. There, a golden hammer floated above her; shocking the masses and Viscar.
"A skill...from a god? How interesting." He muttered to himself with a small smile. These children were nothing to laugh at; he had definitely underestimated her.
Ella swings her hammer with a grunt, and the golden hammer above her follows; going straight for Reeve. He falls over in fear, the hammer he saw coming to him was HUGE. "Uaarrghhhhhh!" He yells as he scrambles to the edge of the terrace.
"Is that really a noble up there? He seems pretty weak to me."
"Shh! Don't say that. They'll go after you."
"All they have is money let them do their worst."
"Get off the stage!!"
The masses were rioting at this point. Although uninvited, they still wanted a show and the boy scrambling around was ruining their good time.
Ella could spell something rancid in the air. She stares closer at the sobbing boy and noticed a wet patch on his pants. Getting the hint, she glanced at Viscar waiting for him to announce the winner. He gives a small chuckle, "The winner of this match is Ella Poll! Congratulations!"
Ella gave a bow and walked off the stage. Reeve still lay on the stone platform sobbing; Viscar had to pick him up personally. Though he did not appreciate the rancid smelling juices that rubbed off on him. "Next is Miss Jean and Miss Elizabeth!" He yells it out loud.
This wasn't a test spar anymore; it was a show for those sitting on the stands. As each minute passed, a few more people joined.
"I would like to request a change in my partner," Elizabeth calls out with her hands in the air. She gave her target, Licht, a side glance. He leaned on some strange weapon she had never seen before, but it was definitely a sword. He gave a wide but silent yawn before he turns to meet her eyes.
Her glare intensifies before turning back to Viscar. Viscar had seen this interaction and sighed. He had told the boy to stay out of trouble, just what had he done? It seemed that the princess had some kind of one-sided rivalry with him.
Elizabeth glanced at Licht occasionally. She had been in his group during the exam, so she had experienced and seen with her own eyes what he is capable of. His status at the reveal was obviously fake. She had seen him use magic, so he was probably a mage.
Or was he a physical class? He had pulled out a scythe later on in the fight. Urrgh! Just what was he?