"Men like him, they can't be defeated by normal soldiers, can they?" Nereida said, staring in shock at the way nothing seemed capable of even scratching the powerful witch. Again and again, he deflected attacks with his thick forearms, snatched blades with his bare hands, or slammed into his opponents with enough force to send them flying across the platform, landing stunned or at the very least disoriented.
"In the Vale, we train for this," Virve said flatly. She wasn't boasting, nor was she confident in victory against someone like the Sandbox Witch, but it would be foolish to think that she had no practice in fighting people like him. "Sir Thane has a method that he teaches for fighting people like Lady Nyrielle's progeny or the Templars of the human's church."
