To her surprise though, that was not what happened, as much to her embarrassment she was lifted into the air by Medeia, the Warlord’s only powerful wings having sprouted from her back. The pair would fly over the attack, defending them from harm and giving the pair a nice airbourne view of their enemy. The maid almost felt weightless in the surprisingly strong grasp of the dark mage and Medeia soon spoke. “I think that perhaps it is time to take her just a touch more seriously. Her emotions are all over the place and soon enough, she is going to blow and not in the way that you are thinking of either. We have done so much damage to her mind that I doubt she is able to think clearly at this point and I do not about you but I believe that will only make her more dangerous. You must be careful now, my dear, as her blows will be even more powerful now.”
The maid, however, could not help but shout down at the raging blonde. “You should have seen your face just now, as red as a beetroot. Do not tell me that the almighty Wizard Saint is bashful about showing a little skin? We were not playing with you, by the way and I am sure that Mistress has a few images on her iLac if you want proof. Poor Suzhen was such an innocent girl and to wake up with lipstick all over her must have been quite the shock. I doubt the locals complained though, as they definitely got more than just an eyeful.”
Medeia’s eyes narrowed at that point, her purple gaze locked on to the orbs of her enemy, a sly smile crossing her features. “I wonder if perhaps there is someone in your life that should receive the same treatment? You do not seem to be the romantic type but I am sure that there must be some lovely girls out there who would find your authoritative attitude rather attractive. A beautiful creature who is able to crack that hard shell of yours. Surely even you must have someone to confide in?” She was assuming a lot and naturally the witch was not expecting a response. It was just another jab at the Wizard Saint, another way of attacking the blonde’s psyche. “Maybe if we capture enough of your guild mates, we might just find the answers we seek?”
At that point, just as the two angels were flying over the blonde’s position, Medeia would release Armina from her grasp. The maid wasted no time and used the momentum from the drop to unleash a mighty swing down towards Leona. It was a wild attack though and with Leona’s reflexes, certainly dodgeable but it would a hell a mark if it made contact.
As for the witch, she decided to make things a little more interesting by creating a bow of purple energy and firing an arrow towards the blonde as well. Up until now, the two had respected the idea of a one on one fight but such ideas were always temporary and it was not as if Medeia was known for keeping her word anyway. For the time being, Leona would have more than she bargained for, until the two dark beings decided to change the script of the fight again.
(18230 Med WC)