'Okay, time to attack.'
Plop.
The rose on top of Roselia's head sprouted from the ground. She used it as a third eye to check her surrounding. She saw the rugged old man standing still in his position, seemingly waiting for her to pop out.
"There you are," the rugged old man raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Roselia quickly buried her flower underground again, and the lightning had zero damage when it touched the ground.
The rugged man clucked his tongue in annoyance. This rose witch was seriously troublesome. He raised his hand again and snapped his fingers twice.
Another lightning was summoned, but the lightning zapped to himself instead this time.
CRACK! CRASH!
