"S-stay back! Don't get near me, y-you damned Commoner!" Exclaimed Drote as he swung his weapon towards Celia with extending and expanding it out.
She swiftly ducked under it before zipping towards him and firing out a rapid explosive projectile at his chest, his eyes widening in alarm before he raised the stump that was left of his left arm up, crying out in pain as the projectile struck it and exploded fiercely, blowing off everything below around halfway down his bicep.
As blood poured out and splattered across the ground, he gritted his teeth as he retracted his weapon and used his Recovery Magic to close up the wound again, before quickly turning his body across as Celia closed in on him and drove her right fist forward, narrowly missing as her fist whizzed past the front of his chest.
