[11] The Wrath of Camael

"Nice shot," Bentley said earnestly, "But I'm not the kind of girl who can just die,"

Puzzled, Nathaniel also threw out an attack. With the flick of his wrist, a set of small, golden throwing knives flashed through the air. Like a flock of deadly birds, they sailed directly towards Bentley. But once again, they went right through her without causing even the slightest bit of damage.

Of course, Nathaniel wasn't attacking her out of rage. He was merely testing his theory, so he wasn't even the slightest bit disappointed when his knives ended up buried in the rocks.

"That's interesting," He said. "How are you immune to our weapons? Are you under some sort of spell?"

"Why are you asking that so casually??" Camael asked. "Who cares if she's immune to our weapons, figure out what she's not immune to and hit her with it!"

As soon as she said this, Camael threw out another fireball. Of course, Bentley dodged it without any trouble.