Anyone would feel displeasure and anger at being utterly ignored, let alone an associate professor who normally held herself in such high regard.
Especially when that disregard came from a poor student whom she considered ill-behaved, untalented, and long since abandoned by his family. The fury of that insult mingled with her longstanding prejudices and frustration at her thwarted plans, instantly overwhelming Audrey's last shred of scholarly restraint.
Seeing Greg not only scoff at her threat but turn his unguarded back on her to concentrate on untying Sylvia, treating her as though she did not exist, ignited her humiliation and rage.
"You arrogant piece of trash!"
Audrey growled. Without another word, she swiftly raised her gaunt fingers and traced pale green wind runes in the air.
Although her specialty was Magic History theory rather than practical combat, she was still a full associate professor at Glory Kail Academy, and her level had reached Level 28.
She also knew several intermediate wind spells. Though she was not particularly proficient in any of them, she imagined handling a worthless student rumored to still be at Level 10 in his second year would be child's play.
"Wind Lash!"
A translucent, pale green whip of compressed air shot from her fingertips with a piercing whistle, lashing viciously at the back of Greg's neck from a treacherous angle!
If it landed, the blow would have been enough to dislocate an ordinary person's neck and knock them unconscious on the spot.
Yet-
Greg did not even turn around.
The instant the wind whip was about to touch his hair, he casually flicked his free left hand backward as though he had eyes in the back of his head, while his right hand continued untying the knots without pause.
A sharp, tightly condensed water arrow, its edges