Mordica catwalked towards the two teams, her expression frosty. She didn't even spare her classmates a glance, her gaze locked on the boy with a weird haircut.
"Did you say 'no place in the academy'?"
Behind her, a magical circle full of runes floated like a halo. From the ring, short daggers manifested, immobile but threatening.
"How dare you injure me?"
The boy who had been attacked flared up, pulling out the dagger and discarding it.
The next moment, he sprouted grey wings from his back, flying into the air.
"Don't blame me, you bitch."
Shouting from above, he dived straight at Mordica.
The girl coldly glanced at the boy, then looked away.
"Release."
The purple halo behind her spun, releasing the suspended daggers like torrents of bullets from a machine gun.
The boy's eyes widened in shock, and he immediately folded his wings, creating a shield for himself.
'You'll regret it.'
"Kuuaak-!"
