"Oh well, it seems like I'm at my short end." Ollen grinned so nonchalantly as he began to sit on the ground. His droopy eyes could be seen still clearly furrowing but with less intensity, showing that he had fun and had embraced his end. "You didn't even use ten percent of your power at all."
The dome of capsulation faltered, revealing both of the Angel Slayer and the Dark Angel upon the eye of the world once again.
"You're too pitiful to fight me," said MF as she mirrored the grin on her surrendering adversary. Meanwhile, her mind was speaking an entirely different thing. 'At last! Finally! The fight is done! Holy Serpent, I'm really on the verge of shitting myself because of how intense that was.
'Of course, I'm still in particular, holding most of my strength because all of them weren't meant to be used in a close range fight! The whole situation of being trapped within a small space, fighting with a mad man that could cast a hundred spells all at once is too much!
