"You can try!" Lady Slave shouted. She opened her mouth wide and spat out enough blood to make her fall down dead, but she still stood there with a defiant look on her face.
The blood that she spat out turned into a long sword.
The mere appearance of the sword made the surroundings glow with a bright red brilliance.
Vacuse felt danger coming from that sword and he quickly estimated her power. "...she should be around the same stage as me, but I can't accurately say what level of power she is..."
He dropped the whip and instantly formed the familiar void umbrella.
Lady Slave grinned. "You've fought Magus, right? And no doubt you think they are weak. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Magus are not any weaker than you!
"We know our weaknesses, and given time, we know how to patch them up!"
