Tine said nothing, merely hammering away with her lips pressed tightly together.
The three little ones circled above Kephale's head, hammering for ages without even striking a spark. Only stone chips rained down in a steady patter.
On the sandy battlefield to the left of the Kephale Colossus, Hysilens rolled across the ground, sand clinging all over her robes as she narrowly dodged the shockwave from the giant whale's tail sweep.
The wind pressure raised by that colossal beast as it swept past nearly knocked her off her feet.
Sand and dust filled the sky, obscuring all vision. All they could hear was the Black Whale's thunderous cry echoing around them.
"Duke Jianqi, are you all right?" Kryudera held her Scepter, its tip gathering a dark blue glow before firing a rune that struck the giant whale and burst into a patch of ice crystals.
She turned her head and asked Hysilens, who was not far away, her voice somewhat muffled by the wind and sand.
"Of course."
Hysilens emerged from the dust, brushed the ash from herself, and gripped her sword with a steady hand, her expression calm.
Behind the two of them.
The extravagantly dressed lady held a golden rapier, its tip angled toward the ground, as she coolly regarded the scholar.
"Your Excellency Anaxagoras, your Alchemy bullet nearly struck me."
"Who told you to stand so close to that whale?" Anaxa held his gunlance, a wisp of smoke still rising from its muzzle, utterly unconcerned.
"You have no sense of coordination at all. Why call yourself the leader of the later Flame-Chasing?"
"Heh." Aglaea gave a disdainful laugh and raised her rapier slightly.
"Would Your Excellency like to test this sword's sharpness?"
"Oh, come on! Stop arguing already!" Cipher was smacked flying by a suddenly incoming vine