"Begin!"
Later, what followed wasn't a surprise charge, but the three scholars from Class E moved forward in what could generously be called a formation.
Garen at the front with a blade clutched in both hands. Mikael flanking to the right, muttering a water incantation, and Linnea at the rear, already channeling her spell into a basic wind projectile.
Rosalin didn't even move, she simply let them come.
Garen swung first, the blade slicing diagonally, hoping perhaps to force a reaction from his foe. However, Rosalin easily stepped aside with just a shift of weight.
Behind him, Mikael's palm ignited with a thick burst of water mana, shaped into a concentrated jet that screamed toward her side.
"[Water Jet]!"
Turning her head, Rosalin lifted her blade, not to block it, but to redirect its path of the spell. It hissed past her and splashed harmlessly against the enchanted floor.
"Seriously!?" he exclaimed.
Then, Linnea's wind spell fired a breath later but it was too soon.
