The atmosphere grew tense once again as Al prepared to put an end to this pointless conflict.
He stepped forward, passing Rina and Johan, who were both in a guarded stance. Their knees bent slightly, shoulders taut like loaded springs, eyes locked on Al's every step. His movements seemed casual, yet carried a sense of unwavering resolve.
"Let me handle this. You two should rest," he said calmly.
Both of them looked bewildered. Unfortunately, they had no idea that Al was actually quite skilled in combat.
"Al, don't joke around—this isn't a game," Rina snapped, brows furrowing as her fists clenched unconsciously at her sides.
"What do you mean? Bro, you don't understand how dangerous this is. This isn't an ordinary fight," Johan added, bewildered. He sensed Al had no magical energy whatsoever. "So please, step aside."
