Rumble!
Rumble rumble!
Luowa, the Giant-Horn Witch, reinforced her body with magic, her speed surpassing the speed of sound in an instant as she whirled a five-headed flail—a weapon temporarily loaned from Jiang Han's treasury—into an impenetrable blur.
Her opponent, the young Storm Giant Cat, Cat Lola, gripped a sword in her cat paws—a mere one-handed sword to herself, yet a door-slab greatsword to a witch. She dragged it, swept it up, then spun it around, pushing the Storm Giant Cat Lamp's superb ability to alter her size to its limit and completing a three-hit combo in an instant.
The giant cat's weapon collided with the witch's, flashing sparks bursting forth in an unbroken stream as the thunderous crashes piled atop one another.
Cat Lola actually gained the upper hand in technique, and her combat experience surpassed that of Luowa, who had once served as an Anse Elf guard. Seizing an opening, she knocked aside the flail head, leapt backward like a giant cat, and her lightning cat tail flashed past like a shooting star of flying fire, striking Luowa hard in the navel and the xiphoid process beneath her sternum.
That one blow alone decided the victor.
"Cat Lola scores!" a witch beside them announced with a grin.
"Storm Giant Cat Cat Lola has won a bottle of cat-tail maintenance oil produced in territory managed on Jiang Han's behalf." Two other witches handed out the prize, accompanied by Cat Dollfolk whose eyes gleamed as they watched the Storm Giant Cat.
Cat Lola glowed a cheerful azure blue.
"Cat-tail maintenance oil, cat's got it!"
"..."
Jiang Han withdrew her gaze.
Luowa was unfamiliar with a witch's body. Witches were not creatures that lost their ability to act after being struck in such places. The Giant-Horn Witch was probably still applying