Eristasia swiped her hand right, and then left. Two slices of wind shot at Percival consecutively from both angles.
Percival leaped to corresponding angles of each wind slice, easily dodging the attack. In a blink of an eye, Eristasia had pushed herself with a rush of wind and she was suddenly heading right at him, spear poised to stab.
This surprised Percival because Mages, especially ones who controlled the wind, always maintained distance. He guessed the noblewoman was particularly assured of her spear combat skills.
He raised his sword, using the flat of the blade to block the attack. The spear tip sang and vibrated as it struck the blade, but Percival didn't move an inch.
Eristasia looked up at him, eyes wide with fear. Percival pushed her off, causing her to stumble and fall on her royal ass.
Then he pointed his sword at her, his eyes cold and dark.
"You're not the only one with wind powers," he muttered, sending a chill down the noblewoman's spine.
