Miss Shatima's hefty Dragon Spear whipped up tumbling Cold Waves, its white trail creating phantoms in the air as it followed the swift, Ghost-like figure.
"Vladimir Koff, did you learn nothing but evasion on your trip to the south?"
Shatima, furious to the point of madness, had finally awaited the return of the Black Flame Knights, and found an opponent she could vent her anger on. Yet, this cunning fellow was fighting a guerrilla battle against her. How could she not feel angered when she had always hoped to use her opponents to measure the improvement of her own Level?
"Miss Shatima, dodging is for a better counterattack. Haven't you ever heard this saying?" Vladimir Koff's lips curled into a faint smile. Dealing with this fierce and strange woman was truly amusing. He enjoyed her straightforward and rugged style, but that didn't mean he had to act according to her wishes.