Yllana started to gather her life forces around her arms. Black, red, and silver trickles of light emerged from her hands. She peeks a glance at Yrah, but her sister just gave her a small nod and a smile.
Devon looked at the cloaked stranger in front of him. When he saw Yrah smiled at him, his eye twitched. He gave a good drip on his sword and then thrust it forward. He did not try to assess the life force of the guest since he thought it was too little to hurt him. Maybe he could create a defense barrier. No matter how little, it could still help.
Yllana saw through Devon's slow movements. Now that she had reached Perfect Grand rank she could easily see any attack as if time had slowed down. She moved to the side and avoided Devon's sword.
"Lucky bastard," Devon whispered to himself. He delivered consecutive strikes, but none had landed on the visitor. "Who the hell are you?!" He yelled after jumping back to take a breath.
