"My, myy~," came a voice smooth, authoritative, and effortlessly calm.
The voice floated through the air just as the spinning water spears were about to strike Razeal's body. In a blink, they halted mid-flight. Dozens of watery projectiles that had screamed forward with lethal speed now hovered as though frozen in time, caught between motion and stillness.
Razeal, who had been fully braced for impact, relaxed his grip on his sword. He calmly slid the blade back into his system space, already knowing the battle was over. That voice he recognized it. Of course he did.
And well he also recognised what just happened.
And just as expected, the suspended water began to unravel. The spinning spears lost their velocity, their sharp edges dissolving. Drop by drop, the liquid deconstructed itself, floating through the air like a reversed rainfall.
The entire class watched, captivated, as the droplets drifted across the room and converged around a single person standing near the front.
