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Ohmigawd!~ I'm like, so totes frustrated right now I could just like, suck some guy's cock!~ I'm supposed to suck dick, not like, protect the law and stuff!~Whay the fuck~Like, ohmigawd! What did you totally, like, do to me?! I look like a totes dumb bimbo! Not to, like, mention these totally huge jugs and how, like, my outfit totally turned totes slutty and stuff! And I, like, can’t stop speaking like a, like, dumb bimbo airhead?! Please, like, turn me back and stuff~!

Abner drew his sword, and the blade glowed with searing intensity as a sheath of lightning enveloped it. Applying elemental energy to one’s weapon was basic magic, akin to dousing a blade in oil and lighting it on fire, but this was the next stage, the true combination of warrior and elemental magic, more like a white-hot sword pulled out of a forge. It reminded Noah of plasma weapons he had used in the past, capable of cutting through steel like butter, and Aithorn’s spear techniques.

The moment came, Roc ducking under Ingram’s leg, his speed enhanced with eagle reflexes like in his fight against Beck. He compressed his mana into his fist and punched Ingram in the jaw, jerking his head back. However, the instant he made contact, Roc realized something was wrong. He thought the punch landed, but his fist skidded off Ingram’s face as he twisted his head around 360º like an owl, allowing him to deflect the force from Roc’s attack and send his fist hurtling past him.