Sophie poised herself as she had practised in front of the mansion's training dummies a few times before.
If they were a few years closer in age, then perhaps she would have tried sparring against Sona instead, but Sophie's primary role wasn't as a "fighter-class" anyway, so she wasn't that concerned about it.
Nevertheless, her gut punch was powerful enough to send Avon Laura flying despite her wearing that plated platinum armour, so she was satisfied enough.
"...Tsk."
Witnessing her get up from the ground and brush off the collected dirt and grass as if nothing had happened, however, caused Sophie to click her tongue.
And then, Avon Laura stood still.
Grasping the hilt of her sword, she faced Sophie and closed her eyes.
"This bitch...?"
