"End of the competition between us, Lucas" as Diluc utter those words, the spell he cast materializes out of the magic circle, a beautiful arc of violently burning crimson flame shooting towards the proud young noble's position at a speed faster than what the eyes could see.
And watching on the receiving end of such a surprising, terrifyingly fast and dangerous attack, the proud young noble couldn't help but flinch and snap out of the previously prideful state of his mind now changing into one that prioritizes his survival more than anything else, as he thought to himself that should he sustain even just as much as simple scratch from that spell, he would certainly end up in a precarious situation beyond just superficial wounds.
