"Gotta save mental energy as much as possible.
"Sekki, we gotta rely most on the close combat,"
[Yes Master, I am ready. We haven't used that anime technique... might give some surprises and take some of them down]
Yeah, you are right."
Sekki transformed swiftly into a sleek, obsidian-black katana, fitting perfectly into Aizel's grip. The Katana emanated a subtle orange glow, pulsating with a potent energy that seemed to hum in harmony with the surroundings.
With swift determination, Aizel took charge, propelling himself forward with incredible speed, heading straight towards the group of 16 mages.
In the middle of all the chaos, half of the mages charged forward with their weapons in hand, while the other half cast magic from the safety of the back lines to help them.
Aizel moved like lightning, zigzagging across the top of the water to avoid the spells that were coming at him.
