"Yo… you should leave here, pureblood," the black-haired girl was the first to speak, her face tense as rays of blue light surrounded her, the ground beneath her melting into sludge. "We… we don't want to fight you, so do everyone a favor and get out!"
The others were already preparing to attack. The burly boy thrust his shield to the ground as it came apart in splinters, gravity around him bending wrong, his eyes holding a faint thrill as if he genuinely just wanted to fight her regardless. The one dressed like a scholar raised a painting brush, and for a moment Kelly couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the weapon he held so confidently in the air.
Was this one senile?
"You all should stop," the boy with glasses, who had been standing silently the whole time, finally spoke, looking at the rest of them who were moments away from shooting toward her.
They all turned to him in surprise, their released auras flickering hesitantly.
The black-haired girl gritted her teeth. "But—"
