Julius didn't end his attack with just that. He went and plucked a few feathers as he went for another pass.
Bite from below, slash from above.
Bite.
Slash.
Salia felt like she was going crazy, for real.
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"Help! Over here — someone, help!"
Ciel's voice cut across the grounds, high and cracking with the strain as he carried Catalina. He kept an eye on his surroundings, sweating hard from overusing his spiritual power.
He had gotten Catalina clear from the worst of the situation; it was time to deal with the other problem. He could feel that something was wrong with her body.
She was too hot, burning even. She was even trembling. She was also reaching toward her head, but she was too weak to even lift her hand.
It was something Ciel recognized very well, but he refused to believe it was so. He could only pray for Pete or Thiago to come out and diagnose her for him.
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Inside the living room, the situation had finally become peaceful.
