Dahlia and the others stood frozen for a moment, all of them staring at the arena.
"…What the hell," Dahlia muttered.
Valtor's jaw tightened. "Since when can she fight like that?"
Rynor rubbed his face. "That wasn't even technique. She just grabbed him."
Rynar crossed his arms slowly. "And used him as a weapon."
Seira narrowed her eyes. "That strength didn't come from nowhere."
Arden nodded, pushing his glasses up slightly. "It has to be the four potions she drank."
He looked thoughtful. "Her body didn't react like ours would."
Rovric frowned. "So her unique physique…"
"…must be related to potions," Arden finished. "Or more accurately, to absorbing them."
Dahlia clicked her tongue softly. "Great."
She glanced toward the arena, where Mersha was still smiling like she was having fun.
"Please remind me later," Dahlia said flatly, "never to provoke her."
Clara leaned closer. "This is only after four potions."
Her eyes widened. "What if she drank ten?"
