"Stop bragging, stupid flower." Desmond put his right hand on the hilt of his sword and yelled angrily. Desmond was somewhat irritated at how the giant flower was basically flexing its muscles in front of him. Delicate strands of emerald green mana poured into the sheathed sword, and Desmond's gaze instantly sharpened.
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Aisha almost couldn't believe her eyes; the wind blade managed to slice through the pillar of fire around the huge flower and even made an extended cut on the stem of it. Bright orange sap spurted from the wound in the flower's stem, but Desmond wasn't satisfied.