Mel and Rosana stood at a distance, their nonchalant gazes meeting despite the weight of anticipation hanging in the air.
The Heiress's brow raised with interest. "Not going to hold a staff or stave?"
Mel shrugged. "I'm more used to casting with my hands."
Her eyes swept over Rosana, who stood unarmed, arms now resting at her sides. "Not summoning your weapon in advance?"
Rosana shrugged back, though hers was more relaxed. "I prefer creating my weapons as I need them."
"Then if you don't mind me..." Mel's hand stretched to the side. "
A familiar Fitsu materialised, her karate uniform fluttering as it took a stance.
The pink-haired summoner smirked. "Unlike you, though, I don't have the luxury."
Mel was telling a half-truth. She would be guaranteed to win if she called for her usual wooden staff.
But she decided to respect Rosana's refusal to rely on powerful
