Equally prepared to act, but slightly slower to the punch, Catherine finally became aware of Antia's presence. It was her first time realizing that there existed another woman of such formidable power by her master's side, one perhaps even stronger than herself.
Catherine felt her own standing severely threatened; this mysterious, petite yet powerful woman would divide her master's affection significantly.
In that instant, everyone's mindset diverged; perhaps not even enough time to blink had passed when the Long Spear thrown by Antia appeared just in front of the great beauty's chest. In the next moment, it seemed the spear could pierce a huge hole in that perfect body.
Yet the lady, with a hint of a smile still playing on her lips, simply glanced at the tip of the spear, then slowly raised her right hand.
Her five pale fingers gently splayed apart. Her movement didn't seem like one in combat, but more akin to a dance, weird yet filled with beauty.
