Weissmann looked around. He scanned the room and then turned to Gilheld.
"Actually, let's take this outside."
The ash-blonde man said. Gilheld stopped.
"I never thought you'd be the one who cared about lives."
"I only care about Ayaka's life here. Besides, I can't show them yet..."
Weissmann said. Gilheld looked at him and sighed while shrugging his shoulders.
"Okay. Lead the way."
And so, the two used the hole in the ceiling, that was created by Valhalla, to go to the rooftop of the school.
Once they reached the rooftop, they faced each other from a considerate distance.
"Pray tell, what was all that 'steal your Singularity' shit about?"
Weissmann's eyes widened as Gilheld spoke.
"I thought you'd know by now since you've been chasing me for so long."
"Know what?"
Gilheld asked, ready to attack. Weissmann did not pay any attention to his question. He, instead, looked around at the other rooftops and down at the streets.
There was no one on the rooftops, but people were walking on the streets.
"Say, do you think that people would believe me when I tell them that 'Gilheld's power was uncontrollable?'"
The man grimaced when he saw Weissmann ignore his question; he went with the flow.
"Aren't they merely collateral?"
Weissman smiled. Abruptly, the white in Weissmann's eyes suddenly lost colour, becoming black. His flaxen pupils began glowing.
"Yes..."
He breathed, raising his palm toward Gilheld. Gilheld backed away at the sight of Weissmann's sudden transformation.
"'They were merely collateral.' That's rough but a nice one. Let me give you my thanks for that. Here, take a Combustion Spark."
Black energy leaked from his hand. As Weissmann gently closed his palm, the energy was concentrated into a small dot.
Opening his hand again, the black dot flew, slowly, toward Gilheld. As it reached a 2-metre radius of him, it sparked orange.
"This..."
There was a loud BANG!
The place where Gilheld stood was gone. The Combustion Spark had completely eaten it. Not only that, but the particles at the edge of the rooftop had been eaten away too.
A complete vacuum.
"The fuck was that?"
Gilheld asked from behind.
Weissmann smiled and turned around.
"Combustion Spark. It's when I compact pure energy into a small ball and release it. It destroys anything. And I mean anything. It eats away at things' molecular structure and particles. Even air can't survive."
Gilheld put a glove on.
"That's some bogus shit."
He swiped his hand across the air. Four magic circles appeared with a dragon figurehead.
"Fafnir."
The man spoke.
From the four magic circles, they all released flames and shaped the flames into a silhouette.
A dragon.
"Oohh..."
The principal admired it.
The flame dragon roared wildly and set its eyes on Weissmann.
The principal stared at Gilheld's glove. There was an insignia on it.
"You Quick-Casted that using a magic circle on your glove. Not only that, you created your own Familiar from scratch and it's Fafnir, the one who turned himself into a dragon to protect his treasure!"
Gilheld started to get irritated.
"You weren't as annoying last time. Fafnir, Dragon Flare and Flame Pillar."
Fafnir, the dragon, leaned over Gilheld and opened its jaw. Within an instant, it gathered a car-load of fire and compressed it instantly.
It fired.
The flames formed a beam, baking anything in its way. The beam burned nearly anything. Once it finished with its Dragon Flare, it swung its tail in the air, summoning a pillar of fire around a certain point.
After a little while, Fafnir released the spell. The results were unclear due to the smoke. The next instant, the smoke cleared away.
Weissmann was unscathed; a faint blue aura was around him.
"You just blocked a Flame Pillar. Not only that but the hottest Fire Magic spell, Dragon Flare? You're some kind of monster, aren't you?"
"That's rude. I just used Absolute Defense."
"What?"
"It's a Singularity which protects you against anything for 10 seconds. If you had waited it out, I may have sustained some damage."
Gilheld could not understand what he was saying.
Weissmann looked down at the streets. Many people were crowded at the bottom. It was either Combustion Spark or the flames that made them pay attention.
They were all faculty members.
"That's wonderful."
Gilheld glared at Weissmann. The man smiled crazily at Gilheld.
"You've got some power sources."
He aimed his hand downwards at the edge of the rooftop. He swiped his fingers across; the side of the building collapsed onto the people at the bottom.
Gilheld peeked over the edge.
Some were dead while others were trying to either help others or fretting for their lives.
A big power-up Gilheld if he used his Singularity.
"Why'd you do that?"
Gilheld asked, confused.
Weissmann sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"What? Are you going to say that they were innocents and I shouldn't have killed them?"
He spoke, nonchalant.
"No. I don't care about that. Why would you decide to give me the upper hand?"
The scarred man used his Singularity on the fear and gave himself the advantage.
"Well, if I'm going to steal your Singularity, then I need to know whether it's worthy to steal or not."
"Will you still be alive to decide?"
"That depends if I'll still hold back."
Gilheld snapped his fingers--Fafnir dissipated.
He travelled swiftly through the air until he was behind. He touched him twice, once on the right and once on the left.
The man dived downwards as Weissmann released an ice-cold blade from his hand.
"This is Ice Sword. Got it 5 years ago. It has served useful in a close-combat situation."
"Like I care! Take my double dose of Flare!"
Precipitously, two magic circles appeared, blasting Weissmann from the back.
"Ah!"
Gilheld charged forward. A flame sword formed in his glove. As Weissmann fell forward, Gilheld cut through Weissmann's stomach.
The principal coughed up blood.
"That was... smart."
Weissmann said.
"Shut up."
"Not smart enough."
He heard Weissmann's voice say but his mouth did not move. Instinctively, he turned around.
A large fist flew at his face, propelling him into the air.
"How about we fly for a little?"