Chapter 162: This Is Just Too Hard
Erza had always been a straightforward person, earnest and unguarded. She answered all of Rhodes' questions about her magic and fighting style without a hint of reservation.
After explaining, she even took the time to encourage both Rhodes and Cana.
Rhodes, not missing a beat, moved on to ask about Mystogan and Laxus.
"As for Mystogan," Erza said thoughtfully, "I haven't interacted with him much myself, but I do know he specializes in illusion and sleep magic. He's the one who once cast a spell strong enough to put the entire guild to sleep."
She paused, thinking aloud. "A spell like that must require preparation. I think the key lies in the staffs he carries. If you're going to fight him, your best chance is to feign sleep before he draws the staff. Or strike him while he's casting."
"Hehe..." Rhodes chuckled awkwardly.
Yeah, easier said than done. Neither of those options seemed particularly doable for the average person.
Unless he really followed through on that wild idea he brought up on the train once—having Alzack and Bisca snipe him from behind before Mystogan got his spell off.
But Rhodes doubted he'd go unnoticed. He could already sense when powerful eyes were watching him—Mystogan was on another level.
Ambushing him wouldn't be so simple.
"You've already seen Laxus in action," Erza continued. "He uses Lightning Magic and possesses immense magical power inherited from the Master. He's a monster—speed, power, range, close-quarters, everything."