"I'll test his strength first."
Goway's eyes flared with green light as she spread her hands. A green light flashed above her head, and with a shout, it condensed into multiple green short spears.
"Swoosh!"
After launching the first wave of attack, Goway wasn't idle; she reached out her hand, and the green vines re-formed.
By this time, the short spears she had fired were already in front of Lorry.
Facing Goway's assault, Lorry neither dodged nor evaded. Black mist swirled around him, and the boundless black mist, like the tide, swallowed up Goway's attack with snarling, fierce faces within it.
Lorry didn't move an inch; the surging black mist had already shattered Goway's short spears, causing those weapons formed by the Spell to disperse in the air.
By now, the green vines had reached him, and Lorry raised his sword to slash. Roger noticed that Lorry's swing wasn't particularly fast, but the angle was incredibly precise.
Simplicity.
