Drania and Dramia gathered after Pierre's two magical arms had formed.

Without a single word during the fight, they nodded to each other.

'Go test that ability. I'll keep his focus on me.'

'Sure thing!'

Leaving a dust cloud behind her as she flew off somewhere out of sight, Drania looked for the perfect frame to attack her opponent, while Dramia gathered wind magic around her.

Alone, she stopped her thoughts from being transferred to her sister.

'There's no reason for us to go all out, but not doing so will only prolong this fight.'

A long sigh escaped her mouth, inadvertently setting off Pierre's wrath.

"Why are you sighing? Am I that weak to you?!"

Between the mockery and the insulting behavior, Pierre had enough.

"I'll break your bones into mush, and rip those wings off your back!"

Leaning on his right foot, he prepared an attack. Pulling his four arms back, Pierre leaped forward to punch Dramia.

The man's reaction surprised her slightly, but that was all.

'Why does he think the world turns around him? That wasn't directed at him in the slightest.'

At his approach, Dramia set up a wind field around her, enveloping the area two meters around her.

'Let see what this does.'

Pierre obliviously entered the field, feeling his feet drag behind him.

Still, he pushed forward, ignoring the feeling grabbing onto him. It felt like running in water, as the closer he got to Dramia, the worst it got.

Even his breathing became shallow.

"Eat this!"

Dramia barely moved. The man's speed had taken a massive hit, seen by his left uppercut going so slow even a baby could avoid it.

'Well, that's to be expected for a meathead.'

Walking alongside his punch, she dragged her index finger on his arm, while whispering.

"I sighed because I would have rather avoided turning into him if I could."

"But I guess there's no helping it anymore."

Where her finger touched his skin, a long trail appeared, before a deep cut formed. Beads of blood appeared on the cut, until Dramia moved past Pierre.

The wound opened up, as his entire left arm split in half.

"!"

Pierre realized that the woman in front of him was a cold-hearted person. She did this as naturally as breathing.

His reaction time was incredibly slow, but thanks to that, he did not feel the pain. The corruption healed his arm, not inconvenienced by the wind field, before his mind processed it.

Snapping her fingers, Dramia released the wind field, making Pierre focus on attacking her again.

"I won't miss you this time!"

He dragged his right foot behind him, turned his body, and aimed one of his electrical appendages toward her, who was walking away without a care in the world.

"You've forgotten about me!"

Hearing the energetic voice of another woman, Pierre blinked wildly. He couldn't stop his attack anymore, and was locked into this position, his guard wide open.

Not knowing where the voice came from, he could only try to defend himself with his other free red arm.

Lifting him above his head to stop an attack from the air, he prepared himself.

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"Wrong."

In a cold tone, Dramia said.

A cold blade pierced his left flank, and pushed his away.

"I won't let you touch my sis!"

With a piercing glare, Drania removed her rapier from his flesh, and kicked him away. After doing a somersault, her feet slid in the grass, before stopping next to Dramia.

Pierre's body fell to the ground, and rolled a few times before his arms forcefully stopped his momentum.

Putting his elbow on his knee, he gritted his teeth.

"Kh! I've never... struggled this much... before."

Seeing the blood pour from his wound and taint the green grass, he cursed his situation.

'Why was I the one sent here? It was supposed to be an easy task, yet I'm struggling against these women!'

A shockwave coming from the center of the plane suddenly shook everyone.

"..."

Pierre glanced behind him, while the twins frowned.

Two bright lights seemed to be clashing against each other, as shown by the particles flying in the air.

'That's... Miasma.'

With the wound at his side having closed up, Pierre stood up.

'I will be killed either way if I can't do my part.'

He wiped the grass stuck to his pants, and focused on the fight, knowing the price he would pay if he didn't succeed.

"Here I come."

Calmly, he leaned on his right leg, and leaped forward.

Drania immediately disappeared, leaving her sister behind. With a bored gaze, Dramia looked at the man before crossing her arms.

Again, she used the wind field to hinder his movement. Although, this time, Pierre slammed his two red arms on the ground, sending him in the air before entering the field.

'If I come from above, you won't stop me!'

Lightly surprised, she released her magic, and took a few steps back.

The man crashed in front of her, creating a large cloud of dust that enveloped both of them.

"..."

Dramia coughed from the amount of dust.

"Got you!"

A large electrical arm swiped through the dust where Dramia was standing.

"That was pretty smart. Using the dust to block my vision, and listening to my voice to find me while blinded."

Her voice echoed next to him.

"The only problem is, I use wind magic. It is truly shameful to think I wouldn't notice you in this mess."

Without warning, a violent gust of wind swept through the dust, and scattered it in the air.

The instant the two were freed from the cloud of dust, Drania reappeared.

Attacking from behind, she went to pierce his nape.

"!"

Pierre felt a chilling bloodlust coming from behind. He used his right appendage to defend against the rapier, stopping it by clenching the piercing blade.

"Oh? You've managed to stop it?"

Impressed, Drania let go of her rapier. She opened her other hand, creating another rapier that she plunged into his back, right below the left appendage.

Turning around, Pierre caught the blade with his hands by letting it pierce his skin.

The cold blade's tip touched his chest, as he was getting pushed back by the fairy.

"Kh!"

"Stop resisting!"

While twisting the blade, Dramia pushed intently to pierce his skin, but Pierre was holding on against her attempt.

While they were struggling, he made a ball with both fists of his free arms, and slammed them on top of Drania.

As he was expecting, she moved away at the last second, striking at one of his blind spots once again.

But he managed to protect himself during their exchange.

Confused, Drania stopped attacking, and joined her sister.

'Sis, something's strange. Why is this man able to see where I'm going to hit him?'

With genuine curiosity, she asked.

'I don't know. I will look into this in greater detail. For now, stay where you are.'

'Fine.'

Putting a hand behind her back to hide her action, Dramia let loose an invisible wind blade. It flew around her before arching toward Pierre's right side, toward one of his blind spots.

'If he defends against this, we'll get our answer.'

The blade closed on him. Pierre unnaturally appeared surprised, before abruptly turning toward the invisible blade. He countered it, and shattered it before being hurt.

'That answers everything.'

Smirking, Dramia approached the man.

'Drania, get away from here for a minute.'

'...'

'Don't worry.'

'Alright.'

With a worried gaze, Drania flew away, taking off for the sky.

"I have to say, if not for your hot-blooded nature, I wouldn't have considered you to be an actual thinker."

Pierre straightened and observed the woman with disdain.

"Saying openly that I am stupid is one thing, but weren't you taught to show respect to your elders?"

"Hah! That's a good one."

Exclaiming with a cold smile, Dramia placed her fingers on her bangs and dragged them out of her field of view.

Still arms crossed, she lifted her chin, and looked down on the man.

"You've found a way to copy my technique in a short time and turn it into your own ability. For that, I will compliment you."

"..."

Pierre frowned.

'How did she manage to find out?'

'That previous attack?'

Reading his face with ease, the fairy smirked.

"Emitting an electrical field around you that detects movements and attacks in your blind spots. You've thought of that after being pierced and thrown away, did you not?"

Even thought she was a tiny and frail-looking woman, the air around Dramia was anything but a cold aura worthy of a ruler.

With a firm hold on her emotions, she expertly gathered everything she needed to corner her opponent, and this moment wasn't different.

"What if I did?"

"Pitiful. That's all. In front of me, that worthless attempt at adjusting your power to match us is a ridicule display of your true power."

Hearing the shower of insults coming out of her mouth, a vein bulged on Pierre's temple.

"What did you say?"

"I won't repeat myself. Instead, I will demonstrate to you."

Extreme gales of wind formed all around her as she opened her arms wide at her sides.

"The differences between us, who lived for thousands of years, and you, a pitiful human that lived barely fifty years."

With the intense wind ruffling her hair continuously, the ribbon holding her ponytail snapped, freeing her long green silky hair.

A faint smile on her face, she released even more magic.

"You've only scratched the surface of our power."

"There will be no more regrets for us. We will get rid of whoever stands in our way."

The wind blew past Pierre's face, who looked with a horrified expression, as hundreds of magical hawks appeared alongside Dramia.

'Go get him, sis!'

Routing for her sister, Drania made an excited pose with her fists, while preparing for the second phase of the fight.