Late Arrival

Mira was starting down at an enemy bested in rather embarrassing fashion.

Being torn to pieces by your own attack was top five worst ways for a warrior to go out. Honestly, she was embarrassed for him.

By some miracle, her enemy had avoided being killed but Mira could not exactly call his current state 'living' either.

Since Mira made sure to siphon her enemy's magical power, his healing factor was hardly strong enough to keep up with his grievous injuries.

Mira had a much easier time trying to restrain him now that her enemy was riddled with holes.

Borrowing a technique from her father, Mira created a large pink cube made of spacial magic.

While not wholly unbreakable like Abaddon's, it would certainly hold something of her enemy's level really easily.

She shrunk the cube down until it was practically pocket sized.

"Oh, that would have been super convenient!"