The instant the ref says "BEGIN!", Svetlana's magic explodes outward like a fucking blizzard. The air temperature drops so fast my nipples could cut glass, and I'm not even being horny about it.
[Holy shit, is this what another S-Class feels like?]
I throw up a barrier just in time to catch a wave of ice spears that would've turned me into a gyaru pincushion. The impact rattles my teeth, sends vibrations all the way down to my platforms.
"What's wrong, little gyaru?" Svetlana's voice cuts through the chaos like a frozen knife. "Where is all that confidence now?"
[Bitch, I'll show you confidence!]
That's right. She's an S-Class, but so am I!
I push back with my own mana, a blast of blue launching forward as I try to match her energy. It's like arm wrestling a fucking glacier.
Her little mask of satisfaction slips a little as she's forced to take a step back. But, she turns it up too.