"Someone who has lived his life being blessed cannot possibly understand the way I feel. If it's possible I don't want to fight my own student, but if you won't hand the lance over then I'll have you to give it up."
Now aware that he possibly cannot talk his principal out of this madness, Angus readied himself for any attack that might come his way. He wasn't armed, and that was a serious disadvantage when going up against Baxists. Right now he couldn't waste his mana on any random attacks or defense, since he barely had enough to go all out he was being forced to go easy on his principal.
"Here I come Angus." Bumble announced before he unsheathed the twin blades that had been cloaked by magic behind him, clearly he wasn't working alone. Bumble paused and stared sternly at the boy before him before asking.
"Aren't you going to use it? It would be unfair if you don't equalize our abilities."
