"How the hell are you that good? You can't possibly be stronger than all five of us combined; if it were a fight to the death, would you win?" Mabel asked as she sat down.
"I don't know, maybe I wouldn't win, but I'm pretty certain I'll be able to bring down three of you girls, the two people most likely to stop me are Freya and Edith... though I'm sure the ice goddess would come out if Isabella is in trouble," Ethan spoke.
"So I have no chance of stopping you?" Mabel asked.
"It's nothing to beat yourself over, I'm really powerful," Ethan said with a smirk on his face, "But without my summon, I don't think I'll get very far"
"All of you are a bunch of weaklings." A voice spoke from afar, and they all turned to see Freya's sister watching them.
None of them noticed her until now, and they had no idea when she got there. She stood with her hands folded, shaking her head. All of them bowed their head to greet her.
