Step.
A single white polished boot set itself firmly on the edge of the shattered arena, ready to step into the clearing dust.
"I must say, I'm surprised that you saw right through Senior Lily's illusion magic," a confident voice called out across the rubble. "You didn't even flinch when her fake golems attacked you."
Ayako turned her attention toward her next opponent, wiping a small smear of blood from her lower lip. Her voice remained cool as she spoke. "When one is well versed in the art of mana to the point of well near mastering it such as I, no attack, whether illusion or not, will phase me, Your Highness... Prince Maxwell Dorothy Junior."
"Oh yeah? Well, my mana is a bit special. To the point where "One such as yourself" might even call it… divine."
"""YEEEEAAAHHHHH!!!!"""
["AND ENTERING THE ARENA NEXT FOR ELDORIA!" Commentator Ken bellowed into his microphone, ["IS NONE OTHER THAN PRINCE MAXWELL DOROTHY JUNIOR!!!!"]
