Chapter 281 - The Ark Of Minor Arcana: Suit Of Swords

"You may be quick. However, you've got a long way to go to be as fast as my Time Boy," laughed Mavislin as she swiftly dodged another punch.

Not only she dodged it, Mavislin had the nerve to grip onto the girl's arm and launch the poor kid into a nearby wall. Her face planted straight into the concrete wall, creating a small crater.​​

"Make no mistake, I won't go easy on you just because you are a kid. Us Mages don't have such senseless concepts," wanted Mavislin as the girl slumped down.

Mavislin backed off to prepare another kick but was taken off guard when the girl pulled out a deck of cards.

"Minor Arcana: Dual Swords," chanted the girl as two shining blades flew out of the cards.

They missed Mavislin and headed straight towards Clement. Thinking that she had missed her initial target, she summoned Jester's Blades, which cause the two blades to go into a frenzy. The two blades switched directions and target Bryan.

But they never reached him. Instead, they were met by a very familiar shield. It was bright purple with a black outline. Bigger than her usual, Mavislin's truly has grown throughout these years.

"That's!" shouted the girl as she witnessed the Black Wave hibiscus in full shape.

She had heard stories of that shield before. A sister creation to the actual spell, Black Lotus Of The Storm. But both had the ability to withstand vast amounts of spells and Elements. Those two shields are the only ones that can withstand any form of Elements thrown at it.

They have no weakness at all, they are based on how much Elemental Energy the user has. And not only it defends the user or whatever is on the other side of the shield, but it gains power as well. The more stuff you launch at it, the more powerful and resistant it becomes.

"I had only planned to use my physical combat on you. But I guess things have changed. Even for Ysabeau's side," said Mavislin as she felt the winds changed their course.

Mavislin's eyes shined bright gold as she drew out her iconic Fire Flaming Whip. It was slightly modified, with its stats being adjusted. It was shorter and thicker. It was covered with flames as she waved it around.

With another swing, the enemy's left arm was sliced off. The whip had extended and cut off her arm. Not only it was hot enough to burn the lost limb, but it was enough to close the wound with its flames.

"Playtime's over," said Mavislin, instantly closing the gap between them.

The enemy panicked as she felt the surge of Elemental Aura from Mavislin. She fumbled about her deck of cards before choosing the right one. The deck was strewn all over the floor as she picked out a single one.

"Minor Arcana: Queen Blade!" yelled the girl, summoning her most powerful card.

A beautiful long sword appeared within her empty hand grasp. But, no matter how pretty was, it was no match for an otherworldly weapon.

Mavisln's whip and body danced through the air. She twirled and her entire body rotated a full circle. A memory flashed right in front of the girl's eyes as Mavislin approached with such fluent movement.

It was a single memory. A single picture. A small child playing with four babies. All had smiling faces. It didn't take long for her to realize that the memory she was seeing was of her own childhood. When she was still human.

The girl blinked as she finally remembered who Mavislin was. That soothing yet stern voice, that gentle yet powerful expression. Nevertheless, it was much too late as Mavislin successfully lobed her head off without breaking her flow.

It was so quick that even her tears couldn't finish streaming down her face before her head was devoid of life. The shock on the other men's faces did not faze Mavislin one bit. She turned her whip once more to slice the fallen head.

Her body was engulfed with flames as if to add salt to the wound. Nothing but ashes and her deck of cards was left of her. At least, she was remorseful in the end. Unlike the girl who chopped her head off.

"We could have waited for a bit. You could've gotten information out of her, at the very least," said Bryan, looking away from the scene.

"She wouldn't have given any good information anyway," replied Mavislin, gently collecting the deck of cards from the fallen enemy.

"She mouthed an apology."

"Pardon?" asked Mavislin, slowly standing up.

"She said 'Sorry'. And you don't even look the least bit upset in killing your kid," growled Clement, with his fists shaking in anger.