Martina, because of her leg injury, could only keep crawling backward.
Her chest heaved continuously as Martina breathed rapidly, her heart filled with fear.
She was very realistic about her own strength.
Although she was a wizard in the Liquid Stage, it was only with the support of Old Man Booker's various resources that she had been thrust into this realm.
Her combat abilities couldn't be described as weak, but she had virtually no practical experience.
And Herag being able to withstand a few rounds against Booker, a Level 2 Wizard, was clearly not something that these few students could handle.
Not to mention that he was still injured, making the odds of winning even lower.
Herag's gaze was drawn momentarily by a constantly moving part, and he took a second look.
However, he wouldn't be tempted. Now wasn't the time to think about those things.
Martina was best at reading people and understood men well.
