Did Miss Yae Sakura come to save us?
The Penguin Logistics crew were sealed inside ice prisons. Though they could see ahead, their necks were fixed in place, limiting their view to roughly a hundred and twenty degrees in front of them. With a layer of ice in the way, they could not see very clearly.
But blurry things felt more distant, and distance created a sense of grandeur.
Massive shadows collided. Solid ice shattered and reformed. Steam crashed against frost in booming explosions. Distorted magnetic fields formed rainbow arcs—not rigid seven-colored rings, but rippling hues like an aurora.
Whoa.
Exusiai wanted to touch the light wings behind her, but the ice kept her from raising her arms. Compared to that, she felt rather shabby.
"The game is over."
Rita broke away from the deadlocked battle, and the Artemis armor immediately began operating in overload.
The ribbons behind her swayed up and down, blasting out overloaded high-energy particles. It was somewhat like the Radiant Knight, though the output was nowhere near Durandal's. That woman was a monster, capable of flying through the air on the high-energy particles emitted by her armor.
"Yes, the game is over."
Goushinnso Memento spoke the same words, but their meanings could not have been more different. Her golden figure charged forward, blade and scythe clashing. Then came the second strike, then the third. Arcs of light fell like raindrops, leaving Rita unable to take them all in.
Goushinnso Memento against Argent Knight: Artemis should have been a one-sided victory to begin with.
Whoa.
Inside the ice, Exusiai sighed in admiration. The shrine maiden's swordsmanship was truly as smooth and natural as gunfire. Using firearms as a comparison was the highest praise she could offer.
Anything higher than that, and she would have to compare her