I watched from the monitor displayed inside a room in the darkness—surely inside my own body, which for some reason became a private room for one. Don't ask me; I don't know the details either.
In my arm was a bowl of cheese-flavored popcorn. Where did I get it? Hell, if I know. I just thought, "Ohh, this is going to be fun to watch," and suddenly, popcorn was on my hand. Like, seriously.
Either way, I cannot do anything about the situation. Step out and stop the fight between my body (which was occupied by Mahraj) and Maria right away? Heh, pass.
Not that I'm scared to get in between women, 'kay? It's just... Yes, an issue about women should be solved by women. Yep, that's it.
Explosions covered the empty land when Mahraj and Maria brought down their arms at the same time. The red spheres the size of basketballs rained down from the skies while the black feathers rose in order to intercept them. Upon the collision, a loud, exploding sound can be heard all over the place. The ground shook, and the tremor was severe. It was as if there had been an earthquake of a magnitude that had never been recorded before.
My perspective was perfectly aligned with Mahraj. I can feel the sensation that my body is experiencing. I also shared the same feeling with Mahraj—for some reason, all her excitement, anticipation, and hunger for battle were conveyed directly onto me. This woman…
The explosion did not stop for about thirty seconds—but once the smokes and sparks, and fire from the magic the two conjured stopped, the mass of land on which they were standing became distorted. Heavy damage was there. A crevice was deeply engraved, wounding the land as far as the eyes could see.
"What the heck? They can seriously destroy a whole nation just from them clashing their magic!"
The smoke dispersed, and the image of Maria floating in the air can be seen. She was looking down on me—no, rather at Mahraj—with a smirk pasted on her beautiful face. Seeing that, a surge of an uncontainable excitement entered my senses—this emotion is the exact feeling of Mahraj.
"You have some guts, brat," says Mahraj. Smiling.
In response, Maria's smile grew even wider. "You too, grannie. You still can dance despite your age."
Oh… that was trash talk, ain't that? I thought inwardly.
In that moment, another surge of emotion assaulted me, but this time it was not the excitement that Mahraj felt. It was irritation and annoyance.
Maybe she was angry at being called 'grannie? Well, I'll stay out of that.
Maria spread her right arm to the side, her smile never faltering. From there, a red liquid slowly formed. It warped and stretched in to one and a half meters in length, and the tip formed a blade—a spear of crimson was created from the thin air.
In response to this, Mahraj made the same gesture. Her hand emitted black mist; from there, a double-edged sword was formed. It was as if they were showing off weapons made with nothing but their magic.
"Prepare yourself, brat," Mahraj said, brandishing her sword in the air as if testing its capability. As she did, a cut was made to the ground, splitting the direction in which she swung. The wind rose, and dust followed.
"Oh, how eager. Ready when you are, grannie." Maria grinned meaningfully.
"You're dead."
I guess it's Mahraj's loss when it comes to verbal spats.
Nevertheless… women sure are scary.
***
Mahraj flew upward, directly towards Maria. Maria did the same—while diving downward to meet with her. Their hands were weapons made from their magic.
Once in range, Mahraj swung her blade upward—diagonally from her side. In response, Maria brought down her spear, striking Mahraj in a vertical assault. Their weapons met, and the sparks from there flew, combined with the reverberation of a metallic clang. Their weapons locked, and sparks were still made from the vibration.
Mahraj was donning a male body, yet her voice was so melodic and seductively feminine. She said it with a voice of excitement. "This is it! This is what I am talking about!"
"Oh, my. How awe-inspiring. For a grandma like you to seek battle. What a brutish individual." Maria replied nonchalantly. Her voice was sweet and casual.
"This time, I will play with you to my heart's content."
"Do what you like. I will dance with you until you crumble down in defeat."
Maria retracted her spear and once again gained momentum to swing it downward; Mahraj did the same. Instead of defending herself from the swinging force of Maria, she meets it head-on, as if dueling with her strength. Their weapons made another metallic cry.
"Not bad! Not bad at all!" Mahraj rejoiced and made a sudden spin; her blade followed suit and suddenly made a whirling strike. Maria held her spear to her side to protect herself from attack. Her spear met the blade of Mahraj's sword, but— "Wha—?!"
The force of Mahraj's swing overwhelmed her. She was thrown horizontally, spinning in midair.
"Tsk!" Maria clicked her tongue and fixed her position. But before she could even hover comfortably in the open air, the figure of Mahraj launching over her grew nearer at the speed of sound. In just a moment, Mahraj's blade swung toward her. Maria twitched her body an inch to her side, and as she did, the jet-black blade passed through her in a hair's breadth. A sharp sound of the wind can be heard after the sword.
"Not bad," Mahraj said, shifting her body with the momentum and throwing a roundhouse kick. Her sharp movements meet Maria's spear. She successfully defended herself. However, the force of the kick brought her hurling to the ground. She fell at a hurtful speed. Dust rose. When it cleared, Maria was already standing there—she was in the middle of a crevice made from the impact of her fall.
"You've really done it now, grannie."
"All bark, no bite. What a pitiful brat you are."
Their position was now reversed. Mahraj was now staring down at Maria. Both of them are smiling, but the smiles have never reached their cold-looking eyes. Their dangerous aura was starting to leak out.
While the two of them were staring at each other, Martha and Leviathan watched in silence, cold sweat dripping from all over their bodies.