The moment the words left her mouth, a huge mana circuit formed around Victoria, and using her as the epicentre... numerous bullets of water mana were launched in every direction out there.
The projectiles of water clashed with Noah's sword and were destroyed in return, but more projectiles took their place as they headed towards their desired target.
"Your moves have grown old."
Noah had already disappeared from his place, though his words echoed in Victoria's ears like a whisper of dread.
Tanking all the water bullets fired at him, Noah had closed the distance with Victoria, and despite the wounds that had accumulated across his body... the guy didn't stop.
If Victoria couldn't be defeated in a battle of blades, then Noah had to get a little wild with his attacks.
And what could be a better option than—
Close combat.
