(Nn. Understood.)
「――Wind・Zone」
「――Ground・Zone」
Wind・Zone is a magic barrier from Wind Magic, and can cover any range from its origin in a dome-shape. If anything intrudes within the barrier, the caster can sense it using the flow of wind.
Ground・Zone is also a magic barrier, this time from Soil Magic. It also creates a dome of any range from the origin. The difference between it and Wind・Zone is that it acts on and under the ground. On the other hand, it has no effect on intrusions via the air.
Through employing both Wind and Soil, one is able to cover all directions.
「……Ha? T-This is… Magic?」
「Moreover, from two attributes…」
「Seriously?」
Clad’s party members started making noise in the background. Up until now, they had been watching things develop with smirks on their faces… But now they’ve taken on a blue tint.
「Y-You… You’re a Magician?!」
「? Not a Magician.」
「No, but, that jus’ now was Magic, wasn’t it?!」
「Usable without being a Magician.」
「T-That’s true, but……」
It seems that with only barrier-type magic we’ve managed to intimidate Clad. It’s only a simple Lv4 magic, so only Rank E Adventurers and their equivalents will show up for Fran.
「Then, let’s begin.」
「R-Right. A’right, let’s go!」
‘I can’t use magic, but my Spear won’t lose’. Such is the feeling I get from the determined expression on his face. In a fight between a Sword and a Spear, the Spear has an overwhelming advantage. In a one-on-one match, it can’t be beat.
「…… Any time.」
「Tsuyaah!」
No wait-and-see tactics? Is that alright? Perhaps he’s going full-offensive since he sensed Fran’s strength a bit?
With all his energy placed in a lunge to her face, Clad has no plans on stopping just before the strike lands. Frion, who was watching in an easygoing manner while dining shows an expression of shock. This is, indeed, surprising. From behind, Clad’s comrades leak a scream. Seeing Fran not move at all, they must have thought that Clad’s strike landed directly.
However, their expectations were way off the mark.
「No use.」
Fran, with only light swing of me, deflects the tip of the spear. Clad, whose body was covered in too much momentum, becomes wide open. There, Fran’s kick explodes.
「GAH!」
Blown off his feet, Clad falls to the ground.
「Damn it!」
「Continue?」
「O-Obviously! My guard was down jus’ then, but I won’t be ‘olding back from now on!」
Ohh! This is the first time I’ve heard the bad-loser cliché! He’s unsightly for saying such a thing, so I can’t really say that I approve. Well, maybe I can a little.
「Then, my move.」
「Aaーgh!」
From Clad’s perspective, Fran’s figure should have disappeared, followed by a sudden impact from the side. Through Fran’s quick movements, he was struck with my stomach.
「I can still……!」
「Nn.」
「Oraoraoraah!」
In desperation, Clad swings his spear around violently, giving off consecutive thrusts. Fran isn’t hit at all, however. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Dodge, dodge, dodge. I wonder how long this process repeated itself?
「Why?! What’s–!」
「Not hitting.」
「How is this even–!」
It’s probably been around three minutes since Clad continued striking with his Spear. I already feel dizzy, you know? Panting, his expression has turned miserable, probably due to the shock of realizing that not even one of his attacks have been successful.