I held back a smile as I dashed to the side, the shouts of the angry Foxkin causing real damage to the building behind me as she gave chase, growing more and more infuriated with each passing second that I remained out of her grasp.
"[Insolent]! [Insolent]! [INSOLENT]!"
Waves of compressed and mana infused sound slammed into the brick wall, exploding and tearing out chunks of the building instead of my flesh, which was what Deacon Renama wanted to happen as she glared at me, those emerald eyes carrying a murderous promise as she heard me chuckle as I avoided those blasts.
Situated in front of her and facing the street away from the plaza, I could see Satanya and Luci entrenched in a battle against a dozen or so Cultists, each of which somehow having above average mana output and the ability to utilize incantations, which was starting to surprise me less and less despite it being a rather 'lost' form of magic...
