Ivy hated herself for being right. As the lace and binding tape spread outward to capture them Sussie intersected with a short burst of fire. Reacting quickly the Nocturne formed a curved blade to twist about the incoming cloth.
As the lace burned like flash paper, Ivy could feel the contact. Cursing herself for failing to notice earlier, she reclassified her opponent from cloth mage to metal mage. Amidst the ashes of the delicate fabric were a set of gleaming razors on thin strips of foil.
"Its not good to hurt, so let me hurt you!" Screeching out Ivy was forced to hold her scimitar against a long set of claws as the delicate liking girl smiled sweetly at them. Trying to force the giant spikes through the young mage, Sussie blasted her face with star magic before trying to dodge. The sudden lightning burst.
