Seemingly unaware—or uncaring—of the students' newfound anxiety, the professor jumped gracefully from her position atop the head of the now unconscious boar, landing expertly.
As soon as she did, another violet magic circle appeared on the ground below the beast before it vanished into thin air. At a glance, one might think it was summoning magic, but Michael had seen enough spatial magic to recognize it by now.
"Alright, I hope you've learned a valuable lesson by watching the first fight," Quinn said, her tone still sounding chipper despite the gruesome sight of Braydon's injuries earlier. It was as if such a thing was inconsequential to her.
"Next up, Team B."
Michael stiffened, feeling a wave of anxiety. Melody and Rudy beside him also tensed, but the latter quickly stood up and punched his fist into his open palm in the next moment.
"Let's do this!" he hollered, his voice slightly shaky.
