"Ready, Asfi?"
So said the girl who was ready to discharge a cannonball out of a freaking falconet. I knew what those light cannons could do back in the colonial era. I never designed the shield to withstand a damn cannon.
Asfi simply nodded, and quickly entered a blocking stance and formed the round shield. A tad worried I was, I hurried to warn Asfi.
"(Asfi, get out of there!)"
"(Order denied.)"
"(What?)"
"(Projectiles such as cannonballs are still within my power to deflect.)"
"(Deflect!?)"
"We better get out of its line of fire," Miss Ina tapped my shoulder and pulled me and Tia out of the firing range.
"Pro-Professor! Are you crazy!?"
"Nyahahahaha! It's too late to ask that!" she said, grinning wider. Overly fueled with excitement, the five-hairband girl yelled like a kid on a waterslide.
Uh-oh.
"Target set! FIRE!!!"
