Sophia: Do you ever mind your own business?! This doesn’t concern you! Sophia levitated off the ground and got right in front of Valencia. Valencia: I just got his sword back, he’s been without it for almost an entire year. Sophia: Ryder, did a great service to the world, pathetic cowards like Justin. Valencia: Justin put himself on the line, yesterday and today. He earned it. Sophia: If he earned it, then he would’ve beaten Ryder and taken it. That is how you earn things! Valencia: There’s no way that Justin could ever beat Ryder, you're literally talking about someone that is a legitimate god of mage candidate. How can an ordinary mage beat someone that great?! The others minus Zea, headed inside my grimoire, that’s the shape of a door.

Sophia: How about… Valencia: He trains hard, studies, and has experience. Sophia: Overcome the obstacles that plague you by any means necessary, work harder than anyone else. Valencia: Delusional royal, not everyone can do that. Your own teacher couldn’t reach S-class. What does that say to you?! Sophia: He simply put his focus onto other things, your ignorance is just simply amusing. Being part of the central council is a noble thing, that is something you know very little about. Sophia shook her head along while having a sarcastic smirk, and with arms out at a ninety degree angle while shrugging shoulders. Valencia: You have no moral principles, but I can’t blame you really. Your family never had strong moral principles to begin with, and you’re the living result of that. Sophia: You speak like you actually know something about family which you clearly don’t. But there’s no point explaining anything to a mongrel. Brok: Sora, stop your gawking and get in here!

Zea helped me get up and as we’re about head inside, I reached my hand forward and a drone came forth, that’s the size and shape of a two centimeter steel ball, I press my thumb against it’s center mass and the center mass began glowing red, I quickly flicked it behind my head as I went inside, the door slammed right behind us as we entered. The soft light of the bar really brings out the dark hue of the polished dark oak wooden tile and dark oak wooden paneling. Four round dark oak dining tables with a small black tablecloth underneath the bouquets of each table, the surface of the tables radiates in the soft light. The others are most likely in one of the many rooms through the long corridor or maybe the slight chance they went to the side of the bar counter with a door that leads to the main kitchen and has theater within it but there is a slight glare that may distract you from the big screen. A thirty-two inch LED TV pops out of the wall by the door we just came through and it’s playing footage between Sophia and Valencia.

Sophia: Well before my beloved moron of a lover Sky, turns on the bloody feed on the inside. I’ll say this, he’s nothing but a servant to me, even if you were somehow about to kill me, he’ll kill you instead, it’s in his nature to protect someone great as me, I am the only heir of the Accordias, you won’t be leaving this place alive, Sky is my tool to use, even if I die, he’ll just use a forbidden spell to exchange his life with mine. And you won’t be able to kill me, I’ll come back stronger than before, let’s say hypothetically if you do manage to kill me again, you won't be able to do the deed, because that makes Sora’s sacrifice all for not. He belongs to me not you. Valencia: You want to bet? Sophia: If you win you can do whatever you want with him. But if I win and if I let you live, you take your child and you go somewhere he can’t find you. His focus should be on me and my goal, that's it. Do you agree with this battle of death? Valencia: You treat him like his life is some game! Your sense of love is twisted all to hell! I can’t wait to free him, I accept your terms.

Zea: Well, I wish you didn’t have to see that. Sora: She’s just doing it to get V’s head that’s all. Zea: Blue.... Sora: She’s just trash talking V just to psyche out. It’s just a misunderstanding that’s all. Zea: She may love you in her round about way but her actions say that she doesn’t really care for your life. Sora: This is not what she actually thinks. But… Zea: But hearing her talk like this does hurt…you must admit it does. Those words of hers did impact you in some kind of way. Sora: It’s not a big deal and I don’t want to talk about it…I made my point clear. Zea: Your hands are shaking and your speech is breaking up. Sora: Coincidence. Zea: You know I wouldn’t lie to you. Or hurt you in any kind of way. You don’t have to put up a wall with me, you can be one hundred percent open with me.

Brok walks in a hurry from the hallway. Brok stares me down and gives this happy-angry glare.

Brok: Oi, Pisspot! Quit your lollygagging! The fight! We fucking placing bets on this shit! But the screen is only playing audio! Fix this shit! Brok is dragging me away from Zea and trying to take me to theater number one, then Zea clears her throat and Brok turns around.

Zea: Careful with him, he still needs to be treated, I was going to take him to see Shaw. Brok: He doesn’t need to see that old quack Zea, Sora’s little shit stain injuries ain’t nothing! He’ll be fine like always! Trust me! But kid fix the shit! Sora: I think I know the problem. Grimoire! Move to the main door of the chamber and expand to block the entrance. And turn yourself into a door on the other side of the chamber. And the door will appear right next to the thirty-two inch tv. After four seconds passed, a small shake beneath the floor occurred and a dark oak door appeared adjacent to the thirty-two inch tv.

Sophia and Valencia are stretching, then both of them looked at my grimoire plugging itself as a door, and both proceeded to move into a vertical line of my grimoire. Then a loud roar of excitement came from theater number one. Brok ran inside the theater with its open entrance. And pop right back out and signaling the motion to follow him inside. We walked inside into the black-clad room, the theater’s massive seventy wide and ninety-eight feet tall and glamoring light greeted us like a mysterious embrace. The walls, painted in the deepest shade of ebony, appeared to absorb the very essence of light, creating an otherworldly ambiance. The floors, shrouded in obsidian carpeting, embraced each step with a plushness that dissipates the sound of footsteps.

There’s the betting board by the right side of the wall, and as we went in further, everyone else divided on each of the four rows of seats, just chatting with each other, and staring at the big screen. Sophia and Valencia are continuously stretching. Most of everybody is seated in the first three rows, while Justin sits alone in the fourth row, the only row that is elevated, and with three steps at the end of both sides. Brok got out of the seat, and guided us to the betting board.

The betting board is divided into two sides, the left side of the board contains the bets for Valencia while the right contains the bets for Sophia. Benson is betting on Sofi for one hundred- five-thousand one hundred twenty-one Euros. Justin is betting on Valencia for two thousand US dollars, Valdis bets on Vivi for three hundred fifty thousand US dollars, Deshon is betting on Sophia for three million, five hundred forty-seven thousand, seven hundred thirty-five British pounds, De’Niro is betting on Sophia for one hundred sixty-two thousand, twenty dollars, Brok bet on Vivi for one hundred two gold coins, which is the equivalent to two hundred thousand dollars, Jakari bet on Vivi for two hundred twenty gold coins, and that equals to four hundred twenty-six dollars, and Saber is betting on Vivi for sixty-six thousand gold coins and that equals to one hundred thirty-two million. Galawnee is betting the amount as Brok but it’s Sophia.

Galawnee probably bet on Sophia because she was an underdog before we came in. Or she just wants to go against the favorite to win. So she can potentially get a big pay out. Or maybe Artoria played some mind games and that made Galawnee change her mind. Well it doesn’t matter anyway.

Brok: Oi, whatcha you two got?! Zea: I got Valencia winning this fight, and I bet forty-two million Euros. Brok wrote her name and bet down on the board. Brok: Who you got, Pisspot? Sora: Well, I just don’t know. Both sides are quite powerful, this is a tough choice. If Sophia can end this fight quickly then she can win. But if this fight goes on longer than three minutes then she’s going to be in trouble, but it’s hard to see Valencia losing that quickly, Sophia somehow needs to go the distance but even then will it be enough? Brok: Just pick one already! Sora: It’s a win-win I guess, if Sofi wins, I only lose money, if Valencia wins, I was right in my assessment. I’m betting on Valencia for two million dollars. Brok: Finally for fuck sake! Brok wrote down my name and bet for Valencia, and went back to his seat in the front row. Zea and I had a seat in the fourth row in the middle-right of the row. Justin got up and stared at me with a serious look. Sora: Did we take your seat or something or you wanted to be alone in this row?

Justin: No! Your French clone! Sora: What about him? Justin: I was trying to order some food, and wouldn’t stop yelling and speaking French at me then stormed off. Sora: Did he yell at the others? Justin: He almost ignored Deshon, and the others were fine. Sora: I see the issue, it’s all how about etiquette. But he shouldn’t have yelled at you for ordering food. What did you order? Justin: An eight inch chili hotdog with a toasted bun and ketchup, mustard and some melted American cheese, ten piece chicken tenders, A mix of chili curly fries and regular, ten piece mozzarella sticks, twelve piece Buffalo "boneless" wings, toasted ravioli, a large Sora's White Cherry Flavor Slurpee, two Sora chocolate chip cookies, and some of your special candies. Sora: One hundred sixty-six dollars worth of food, and that terrible combination, no wonder why he’s mad.

Justin: Terrible combination?! Sora: It’s a waste of his talents. I would’ve made it with no compliant. You should’ve just eaten from the snack bar. Justin: Bruh! How am I supposed to know?! Sora: If you spoke French to him, he would’ve been way more lenient with you if you did. Justin: What the hell?! Valdis came right behind Justin and tapped him on the shoulder. Justin turns around and looks at Valdis. Valdis: Hey bro, let me sit here with my best bud. Justin stepped back for Valdis to get to the seat next to Zea. Justin: Is he going to cook the food or not?!

Sora: I don’t really know. I have to ask him. If he doesn’t bring it, I’ll talk to him. Justin: I want food now, the fight is about to start. Valdis: Hey bro, the snack bar got plenty of great stuff. Have you tried Sora’s white chocolate bar? Justin: I tried white chocolate before, and it’s not bad. Valdis: It’s nothing like you had before. His stuff will make you melt, your tastebuds will die happy, that’s how good it is! Justin: I’ll be the judge of that. Justin left the fourth row to go to the snack bar, he grabbed a red plate and placed a bunch of items on it. And he proceeds to come back to the fourth row, and sit two seats away from Valdis. He unwraps all the candy bars, and uses wind magic to blow the wrappers all the way to the trash can next to the snack bar. I can’t tell what kind of candy he has, but he’s inspecting the candy real close, then smells it before eating it whole. His head swiftly tilts back, Justin has his hand hovering over his lips, then proceeds to slouch back in his seat.

Valdis: How is it? Justin: I’m pretty sure, I’m going to be an addict, my mind drifted off to some kind of paradise. Valdis: And it’s so sweet, but not overly sweet. It’s the perfect amount of sweetness. Justin: The flavor packs a nasty sweet punch. Hey, Pass-Around! Zea: Pass-Around? Sora: He apparently calls me that because of yesterday. Zea: Oh. I still don’t get it. Sora: Me either. But what is it Justin? Justin: I’m going to clean you out of this candy. Sora: It’s your life but if you eat too much of my candies, you will overdose and die. Justin: Wait, what?! Valdis: How much are we talking about? Like eighty-five or something like that? Justin: Let me guess, fifty? Sora: Since you grabbed the bars, it’s nine when you start showing symptoms of the sudden lost control of magic, fingers twitching, sudden loss of appetite.

Justin: Then what’s the kill shot?! Sora: It could be ten, eleven, twelve, and if you make it to thirteen, but it’s a hundred percent at fourteen bars. Valdis: What about the others? Sora: Ten is roughly about fifty percent, eleven is about seventy percent, twelve is ninety percent and thirteen is a ninety-five percent chance of death. Justin: What the hell!? Sora: Don’t worry, just wait seventy-two hours if you ate more than three. Valdis: Why is that? Sora: Because these candies are actually good for you, when consumed in moderation the candies can boost mana efficiency, reduce recovery time for mana regeneration, and also it relieves headaches.

Justin: Does it relieve that kind of headache? Justin nonchalantly points at someone in the far left of the third row, it looks like the back of Deshon’s head. Valdis and Zea laughed. Well I see the others gathered together, so it has to be him. Sora: That requires a different solution. Justin: Hit us with it. Valdis: Make that pain go away, Blue. Sora: Well, depends…Valdis: Depends on what?! Sora: Well…it’s better to show then outright tell it. Let me know when you need it, I can whip it up really fast.

Justin: Not fast enough. Valdis: Don’t worry, Valencia signed his death warrant. Deshon is at rock bottom, there’s nothing but up from here. Justin: He could die. Valdis: Him being dead is mercy for a guy like him. Deshon rose up from his seat and turned around and had his arms extended out wide looking at our direction. Deshon: I can hear you, ya know!? Valdis: Duh! It ain’t no secret! I’ll say it right to your face. Deshon’s arms came back to him and he turned around, and sat back in his seat, surprisingly he did it peacefully.

Justin: Valdis, how long do you think this fight will last? I was thinking like a minute or an hour or two. Sora: Pick your poison. Valdis: I think fifty minutes. Sora: That’s close to my assessment if Sophia can’t end it quickly. But mine was forty-eight minutes long. What’s yours, Zea? She’s sitting back in her seat and just gazing at the entrance where we came from. Valdis: Zea, your man's calling for you! She breaks her gaze and quickly focuses on me. Zea: Oh, what was it Blue?! Do you feel worse? Did the constant pain in your ribs start throbbing a lot harder again?

Sora: Oh, no. But I wanted to know, how long do you think the fight is going to last? Zea: Oh, let’s see...what did you say? Sora: About forty-eight minutes long. Zea: One hour and thirty minutes, is my guess. It might be possible that it’ll go longer than that. Justin: I thought you'd say that the fight would go for seven minutes. Valdis: I thought it would be twenty minutes. Sora: What’s your reasoning for that assessment? Zea: I thought you would know…but alright. The reason why it would go that long, is because Sophia will be on the defensive, because she won’t be able to be the aggressor in this fight. They’ve seen each other fight plenty of times. It’s the only viable option that she has. And I don’t think Valencia has that murderous intent right now, it’ll take a while for her to get to that point or maybe I’m just wrong. Justin: What’s making you say that?! These two have been at each other's throats almost since the beginning of the new school year.

Zea: Just call it a hunch. Sora: Sophia won’t go down so easily. Justin: Who you got, Pass-Around? Sora: I betted on Valencia. Justin: What?! You don’t think she can win? Valdis: That is kinda shocking. I thought you wouldn’t have participated in the bet. Justin: How much did you bet on Valencia? You probably did two hundred dollars or something like that. Sora: Actually I betted two mill on Valencia. Justin: What?! You don’t have any confidence in her?! Sora: It’s not like that at all. I kinda win and lose either way. I lose money and Naomi loses her mother or I lose Sophia and gain almost meaningless money. Valdis: You could honestly stop this fight if you wanted. Just tell Saber and Jakari to separate them. Sora: I won’t dishonor Sophia. She is an Accordia, I won’t allow her to bring dishonor to the Accordia’s name. She must uphold the name.

Zea: So you won’t interfere? No matter what? Zea began smirking at me while in the gentlest of motions, her finger delicately lifted my chin, directing my gaze towards her captivating neon green eyes. Her touch is subtle, yet it carries an undeniable magnetism that draws me closer to her. As Zea’s finger rests on my chin, she faints her kiss, and just patted me on the cheek. Sora: I won’t. Zea: Alright, I’ll make sure you’ll keep your word. If you attempt to save her, then I’ll put you back in the cylindrical tank for three months like I originally planned out. Sora: If I succeed, I would like a proper date with you. Zea: Then it's a deal then.

Brok: What taking so long for them to fucking fight!? For fuck sake! Pisspot! Pisspot! Pisspot! Sora: I’m over here, Brok! Brok started speed walking to the fourth row section. Brok: What aren’t these two fighting yet? Sora: Sophia is probably waiting on the sandwich drone. But I switched from that. She can’t see, probably because of the chamber. Valdis: It seems Valencia is tired of waiting, because she stopped stretching for like a minute now. Brok: I’m going to tell them to start this shit, because I’m tired of watching and waiting like some cunt! Sora: Wait a second, Brok. I have another way.

I reached out and tried to summon my red and black katana, but only sparks came out. Zea giggled for a second, then she grabbed my extended arm. And I attempted to summon my katana again, and the second time was successful. I poured mana into my blade to create engravings, on the blade itself. It says "An Accordia must excel without fear, and must carry a royal spirit to slay anyone who stands against the Accordia name.” Sora: Sophia you must defend the Accordia name, if you fall then the Accordia’s are finished. My blade dissipated into a combination of flames colors like rosé, sapphire and emerald created a wall of flames around them, then dissipated. Sophia stopped stretching and got up from the snow, she submerged herself with her holy water magic for two seconds before the water receded, and now she’s wearing a cyan crop top hoodie, blue skinny jeans, and cyan tennis shoes. Sora: Steel Ball Cam, split into two and give us the best views possible if necessary split two more times. And also turn on the immersive experience for theater one please.

Wearing that, instead of the battle ready outfit that I made for you or you could use the Twilight Tiger uniform, that would be much better than this. Just because you recently got abs, doesn’t mean you have to show them off all of the time. You’re treating this like it’s some casual sparring session. This is a matter of life or death. So take it seriously, for God’s Sake! The arrogance that you’re displaying here, completely baffles me. Do not take her lightly. Damn it! I should’ve given her the sobriety test before letting her do this. It does take a lot for her to get drunk. I mean like a stupid amount of drinks. A margarita is not going to cut it, and plus she’s not slurring her words, not stumbling around, and plus her stretching would do some good. She’s sober, from what I saw. Her being drunk would be obvious.

Sophia: Finally, the moron is finally ready. You know you could leave this school now, and we can end this peacefully. Valencia: Are you going to keep talking or what? The camera zooms in on Valencia, and her death stare fixates on Sophia with an intensity that sends a shiver down the spine, a chilling aura surrounds her, seeping into the atmosphere like a fog of malevolence. Her dark brown eyes, normally possessing a warmth and depth, transform into windows to a realm of abysmal hatred. They become obsidian pools of loathing, reflecting a twisted desire for the demise of those unfortunate enough to fall under her gaze. In her eyes, there lies a darkness, soulless voids that hold no trace of humanity. It is as if the very essence of her being has been eclipsed by a depthless abyss. The cam captures the piercing depths of Valencia's eyes, revealing a cold and calculating fury burning within her gaze. There is no trace of empathy or remorse in her eyes, only an unyielding focus on her objective, casting an icy shadow over her entire being. It is a fury that knows no bounds, one that has been honed through countless killings, shaping her into the person she has become.

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The screen split into two, we saw a close up on Sophia as well, that once confident and proud look of hers, is nowhere to be found. That expression instantly went worried, as soon as Sophia met Valencia’s gaze. Sophia recognized her own worried expression, she swiftly changed her expression to a false confident look, then the cam switched to a wide shot, with mini-screens on the far top corners, Valencia on the left corner while Sophia is on the right corner. Sophia: Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, do you mind speaking up?! I couldn’t…

Valencia closed the gap in half of second to the unexpected Sophia, Valencia narrowly landed a hand thrust targeted at Sophia’s throat, but Sophia quickly reacted and got out of the way in time to avoid most of the attack. Sophia noticed immediately the mild cut on her right cheek dripping out blood. Sophia stretched her hand out and tried to summon her rapier, but Valencia interrupted her, by instantly appearing right in front of her, kicking her in the lower stomach, which sent her back flying thirty yards before Sophia recovered mid-air by flying. Sophia lost track of Valencia, she’s looking everywhere for her, as she tries to fly up, a hand made of ice grabbed her by the foot, and dragging her down, Sophia attempts to summon her rapier, was stopped once again, by Valencia coming out of nowhere, landing a superman punch across Sophia’s face, that sent her down to the ground.

Sophia: Light Magic: Heavenly Arrows! A bunch of golden light arrows came firing down from the sky, causing Valencia to disappear once more. Sophia got up swiftly and successfully summoned her rapier. And quickly shattered the ice hand that’s holding her. Sophia’s spell ended, and she quickly turned around and she saw Valencia with her daggers, both of them thought the same thing, they charged at each other, and clashed blades. Valencia dropped her daggers, and dropped back a bit causing Sophia stumble forwards, Valencia drops to the snow and lands a swift sweeping leg kick on Sophia, making Sophia crash into the snow, Valencia quickly tries to pounce on her back, but Sophia used lightning magic to enhance her speed and gained thirty yards away from Valencia. Sophia’s grimoire surrounded with sky blue aura appeared right in front of her. Valencia quickly closing the distance

Brok: Valencia, got her running! Galawnee: Come on! Stopped running! Valdis: Can’t you all tell?! Sophia’s conserving her mana! Brok: I call it running away! Galawnee: Come on kid, I got a lot of money on you!

Sophia: Earth Magic: Hundred Hands! Sophia quickly pressed her hands together and hundreds of giant earthly arms came out of the grimoire with electrifying speed, the hundred arms surge forward, aiming to strike Valencia with unrelenting force. The wide shot camera captures the chaotic dance between the arms and Valencia, who defies them with her agility and intuition. With acrobatic grace, she expertly evades the first few arms, her movements fluid and precise.

Valencia, realizing an opportunity amidst the chaos, seizes the moment and leaps atop one of the arms. From her elevated vantage point, she patiently waits for the wave of arms to come crashing towards her. Countless arms lunge and thrust with relentless determination, but Valencia defies their advances, evading their grasps with nimble steps and well-timed leaps.

This intricate dance between Valencia and the arms continues, the rhythm of evasion and counterattack painting a mesmerizing tableau. She leaps from one arm to another, exhibiting astonishing dexterity and a keen understanding of the arms' movements. As the twelve seconds pass, the intensity escalates, fueling the exhilaration of the encounter.

In a climactic moment, the last two arms relentlessly pursue Valencia, threatening to snare her within their grasp. Sensing the impending danger, she springs into action, vaulting high into the air. The arms follow her ascent, desperate to capture their elusive prey. Yet, Valencia's agility remains unmatched as she deftly dodges their grasping attempts. She gets on one of the arms and waits for the impending earthly arm to attack her.

With a sudden exhale, Valencia gathers her focus, channeling her energy into a swift and devastating strike. Her fist collides with one of the arms, unleashing a resounding boom that reverberates through the chamber. The arm impacted by Valencia's strike shatters into a cascade of debris, scattered fragments of earth falling to the ground like a rain of boulders. As the dust settles, the other arm lunges forward once more, longing to ensnare Valencia within its grasp. But her instincts remain sharp, her reflexes honed. She evades its clumsy assault, her movements fluid and elegant. Then she slides down on the and freezes it while sliding. Soon as she was about to reach the other arms that are about to be untangled, she stops herself sliding and stumps the frozen arm and shatters it into pieces and she flies into the air.

Valencia: Ice Magic: Falling Giant Hammer. An ice hammer came falling from the sky and the earthly arms got untangled and all of them started going for the giant hammer that is the size of a neighborhood dead end. All the arms held the hammer, then the arms took control of the ice hammer, and the arms tried to swing the hammer, but Valencia pointed down, and the hammer shattered into falling big chunks of ice. The arms quickly go back when back to the ground, and makeshift itself into a sphere. The large ice chunks crashed down and bounced off the arms, causing multiple cuts into the arms, but they were still intact.

Sophia: Lightning Magic: Reverse Red Lightning! Lightning came from above and almost hit Valencia. Valencia, ignited her fist black and white flames, and flies down, and cranks back her ignited fist and slams it down on the arms, the arms instantly turned to ash, Sophia charges at before she can land on the ground, but Vivi was quick to pull her daggers to clash with her blade. Valencia, kicked away Sophia, and both of them landed back on the snow. Sophia, fueled by determination and adrenaline, lunged forward, closing the distance between her and Valencia. While using lightning magic to enhance her speed, she wielded her blade in her right hand readying herself for the imminent clash. Her grip was firm, her stance steady, as she prepared for Valencia’s counter assault.

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As Sophia thrust her weapon towards Valencia with swift precision, a resounding clash echoed through the air. The meeting of blades reverberated with a metallic ring, causing sparks to ignite and dance along the edges of the weapons. The sheer force of the impact sent Sophia stumbling backward, her body pushed off balance.

For a moment, Sophia fought against the momentum, determined to regain her footing and maintain her ground. Her muscles strained as she planted her feet firmly into the ground, digging her heels into the earth. A brief glimpse of concentration flashed across her face as she summoned her inner strength.

Valencia, equally steadfast and skilled, met Sophia's strike head-on. Her blade, held with a two-handed grip, held firm against the onslaught. The clash of steel sent vibrations coursing through her arms, but she stood her ground, unyielding. Her eyes locked onto Sophia's, filled with unwavering resolve.

As the clash subsided, the two combatants took a momentary pause, an almost palpable tension hanging in the air between them. They locked gazes, a silent battle of wills transpiring in that fleeting instant. Sophia begins to get quite frustrated with herself, because she won’t go down easy.

Sophia, her breath slightly labored yet undeterred, found her footing once more. Her grip tightened around the hilt of her blade, her knuckles whitening with determination. She refocused her gaze on Valencia, ready to press on, to unleash her next assault with calculated precision.

Valencia, undeterred by Sophia's initial attack, stood strong and remained stoic and focused. Her blade remained steady, displaying her unwavering commitment to defend against Sophia's relentless assault. Valencia, parried a horizontal strike, and used wind magic to push her back a bit.

Valencia: Eternal Ice Magic: Sixty Ice Warriors. Valencia quickly tossed up her daggers and clasped hands, and summoned sixty ice warriors. These ice warriors stood tall and resolute, their crystalline armor gleaming in the dim light of the field. Their eyes, glowing an icy blue, held an otherworldly intelligence. With a resounding command from Valencia, the sixty ice warriors surged forward, each movement sharp and precise, akin to the glint of freshly formed icicles. They moved as one, a synchronized unit of frozen might, their icy footsteps leaving behind a trail of frost as they closed in on their target.

Their weapons, crafted from the very essence of ice itself, gleamed with a deadly beauty. Each swing and thrust of their icy blades carried with it the biting chill of winter, leaving behind a palpable trail of frost and cold in their wake. The air around them crackled with an icy energy, causing even the bravest of souls to shiver involuntarily. The ice warriors approached Sophia with relentless determination, their movements fluid and graceful, belying the raw power behind each strike. Their commanding presence dominated the battlefield, instilling a sense of dread in all who dared to oppose them.

As they closed in on their quarry, the ice warriors unleashed a cacophony of frozen fury. Their attacks came from all sides, a whirlwind of slicing blades and icy projectiles. Each swing of their weapons was met with a resounding clash, shattering the air with the crystalline symphony of battle.Sophia backed away and gained some space, and she took a deep breath and examined her situation. As they closed in on Sophia, a sense of unwavering resolve radiated from her.

With a swift movement, she enhanced herself with a burst of light magic aura surrounding her, Sophia darted forward at the speed of light, a streak of golden light slicing through the battlefield. Her rapier danced with graceful precision, each strike aimed at vulnerable spots in the warrior's icy armor. As the first enemy fell, shattered into a thousand pieces, she wasted no time, seamlessly transitioning from one target to another.

Sophia: Sixty ice cunts? What a joke! You’re down to seven. Sophia begins to breathe hard as she speaks. Valencia: Kill her. One ice warrior charged at Sophia. Sophia swapped magic types, and swapped to lightning. Sophia instantly got behind it because of the use of lightning magic. And she let it rip, she started striking the ice warrior’s back twenty-two times in half a second. The six remaining surrounded her, and all of them attacked at once. Sophia, swapped magic types again and used light magic and quickly zoomed around to get behind them, and shattered all of them.

Sophia didn’t slow down, she quickly went after Valencia, but all of a sudden Sophia was yanked back, and quickly examined herself, and it’s thin ice strings pulling her waist, arms and legs and neck. Sophia: What the hell?! Valencia drew a number the number twenty-six on her bracelet, and started throwing daggers at Sophia’s neck and stomach, as Sophia deflected more and more, she started to bleed profusely and her movements are slower with each deflection, and Valencia tells Sophia looks behind her.

And it’s all the sixty ice warriors completely intact. Sophia: How about fighting me hand to hand!? Valencia: Oh, with pleasure! Valencia snapped her fingers and the strings came right off. Sophia got up and Valencia approached her. Sophia swung first, but Valencia grabbed her punch, and landed a devastating knee to her abdomen, Valencia landed two more knees, next she landed a nasty uppercut underneath the chin that sent her back one hundred yards. Sophia crashes down in the snow, and she quickly gets up, and she has a deep cut on her chin. Then she spat out two teeth from the top of the gums. Sophia: Is that all you got!? Valencia disappeared again, we lost visual for two seconds. And there she was right behind her.