Splasshh!
Blood splashed out of Arnold's headless torso as his smashed, unrecognizable head flew in the air.
Thud!
The head hit the ground, rolling. Simultaneously, the torso fell to the ground.
The feathers on the tail of Miranda's beast shook, releasing the colorful light again.
"It's futile, " The wolf king said as he stepped forward. With his step, the colorful light shattered.
An ugly expression spread on Miranda's face. She knew this was her end.
'Why! Why did they have to attack now that the Dean is not in the academy.' She couldn't help but curse internally at her bad luck. But of course, she knew this was most likely why they even dared to attack.
"Your beast is special, even among the beasts of special bloodline. It can use illusions." The wolf king approached.
BOOM!
He released his spiritual pressure, crushing on Miranda and her beast.
