When the group of four spoke out, a strange flicker caused the air to vibrate, causing Asura's lips to curl into a sneer.
However, these Stage Three Middle and Late second-year students could not feel it because of the difference in power. 'It seems they made her angry.' Asura planned to kill them all, especially the garbage that spoke about his lovely dragon like a tool for their pleasure.
"Xavi, there is no smoke this time. The academy can see..."
"..."
Xavida didn't respond to Asura, her eyes dull while focused on the woman in makeup.
Those fools called her Rona, and she seemed to be oblivious to the dangerous existence she just angered.
Xavi didn't move, speak or attack, just swaying on the spot with the eeriest feeling, sending chills down everyone's spines, her tail curling into short shapes and flicking out while she seemed to think.
