Chapter 45: Theron... Why... [Powerstone Bonus]
Sadie shuddered, her body snapping out of its odd, foggy state. The bullets of water slapped against her, shredding through clothing and skin alike.
Theron was already upon her.
He had a very good guess that Sadie was above the Bronze Core level. If that was the case, the quality of her body—even if she wasn't a defensive specialist—wasn't something that the likes of [Water Bullet] could damage to the point of death.
"Theron!" Sadie tried to speak again, but Theron's blade was faster, his eyes only growing colder.
She hurried to block, but Theron's short sword followed up, slashing at her side.
A cry of pain came from Sadie, Theron's relentless barrage hitting paydirt.
She seemed to realize at that moment that Theron wasn't going to let her go easily. But for whatever reason, her Dark Mana also wasn't coming forth in the way Theron thought it would. Instead, the necklace on her neck pulsed, a light of wind wrapping around her.
The moment she made this decision, Sadie's expression changed completely. There was a sharpness to her that completely suppressed the innocent little girl. It didn't feel like Theron was standing before a peer a year or two younger than himself. Instead, it felt like he was standing against an equal who could take his life at any time.
She held a single blade across her body, her figure becoming skinny as she held it out with one hand. The slim, needle-like blade danced, countering Theron's third strike despite coming later.