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Varya shoots Miss

Round 3 Varya reloads Iori moves (5)

Round 4 Varya shoots Iori takes 128-10=118 damage (22/140) Iori attacks Varya takes 100 damage (50/150)

Round 5
Initiative Varya (15) Iori (10)

Now, we fight until one of us falls.

Varya attacks.
Iori takes 64 - 10 = 54 damage (0/140).

"I hoped I would finish it this way," the girl thought. "It's much more interesting to do it with a wave of the scythe." "Thank you," she said, helping Iori to his feet, and then, embarrassed, she immediately leaves.

“If Ignatius were here right now, he would definitely say how inappropriate this is,” Toad commented dryly on how Varya and Iori were “holding hands.”

— If Ignatius were here, he would definitely say how inappropriate this was, — Toad commented sarcastically on how Varya and Iori “held hands.”

— Well, it’s been more than a month since they met, — Vale replied, shrugging.

— Well, that's true.

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— You'll look much prettier when I skin you, — said Iva as she stepped into the arena. — Hmm, my opponent will be a wild beast... Interesting!

-- Vita, we need to meet on the arena, so do your best.

Round 1
Iva goes
Vita goes

Round 2
Iva shoots
Miss
Vita goes

Round 3
Iva attacks
Vita takes 65 damage (85/150)
Vita attacks
Iva takes 108-10=98 damage (52/150)
Iva attacks
Vita takes 65 damage (20/150)

Round 4
Vita attacks
Iva takes 108-10=98 damage (0/150)

Vita wins

Vita is shooting.

/With her eyes?/

Yes.

– That was a beautiful fight, – said Varya, as the time mage returned to the ranks of the students (she said it to Vita, just in case).

— Uh-huh, but that’s not all!

In contrast to Leila’s previous opponent, Futaba looked quite formidable, despite her slender build. It was this quiet girl, and not someone else among their peers, who had recently saved Miss Hatioru from certain death. And it was this quiet girl who had taken Miss Imas’s life. She was clearly not someone to be underestimated – the battle would definitely be challenging. Mentally preparing to give it her all, the Taemanian girl assumed a fighting stance. There was no point in saying anything before the duel – Futaba clearly didn’t care for unnecessary words. Now, the two of them were about to have a conversation in a more honest and direct language – the language of steel.

/Futaba is still standing there, twirling her katana in her mouth./