Charles pointed at Chloe, boldly exclaiming, "A defeated foe, come to die again."
Chloe, abandoning all extraneous thoughts, retorted loudly, "Not sure who you're talking about, the one who scurried away with their tail between their legs after being beaten numerous times."
By Charles' side stood a clerk quick with words, incessantly prompting him with "lines." After all, Chloe had always been on the front line, and he had just returned. If he didn't check the "battle report," he could easily slip up.
As both were gathering their energy and hurling insults at each other, a sound akin to a phoenix's cry echoed crisply through the air from Chloe's camp. A young man in military attire slowly ascended. He glanced disdainfully at Charles, and although they were far apart, it struck Charles like a bolt, freezing him completely!
"Sacred Order!"
"No wonder Chloe told me to flee at once."
