Mirabella stared at her, not saying a single word.
'As long as you're 500 meters before me, you are completely at the mercy of my guardians,' she thought, visualizing the massive, invisible dome of absolute control she now commanded. She stared down at Elizabeth, who was struggling to comprehend the invisible force that had just routed her clones.
"Should I attack?" she asked, her voice calm and detached.
Elizabeth stared back at her, wiping the dust from her clothes, and stubbornly grabbed her broadsword with both hands, bracing her stance. "Sure, come on."
"Ok then."
BAM!!
A single, invisible punch smashed directly into Elizabeth's face with the force of a battering ram, throwing her violently backward through the air. She smashed heavily into the reinforced boundary wall of the arena and vomited a mouthful of warm blood onto the stone.
