"Catch that Grey Bird Species!"
On the wide streets, Ossie maximized her aerial advantage. Her enormous wings flared violently as she swooped swiftly over the Phoenix Knights, using her wings mixed with strong gales and blade edges to furiously attack the Phoenix Knights. Despite being well-protected by their armor and as tough as old boots, the sharp edges of the Phoenix Feather Robe managed to leave behind a deep scratch each time she passed by.
Such attacks were, of course, highly dangerous for Ossie. Every close contact with the Phoenix Knights increased the risk of injury. However, just as they were about to raise their thin swords for defense, they suddenly found their arms as heavy as if they bore thousands of pounds, unable to counter at all.
They looked down in astonishment only to discover that their hands had been bound by layer upon layer of a transparent but extremely hard Magic Silk Thread, which restricted their range of motion.
It was that man from Alagina!
Seeing that Fisher had the Phoenix Knights under control, Ossie’s eyes sharpened in preparation for a fierce attack. She suddenly folded her wings around herself in mid-air and, like a drill, began spinning rapidly.
Simultaneously, her Phoenix Feather Robe erupted in a dazzling cyan glow, its slightly trembling blades revealing an extremely eager readiness, as if itching to leap free from her wings.
In less than a moment, accompanied by a clear, bird-like chirp, Ossie’s spinning reached its peak. Hundreds of blades were flung off by this tremendous acceleration, flying swiftly towards the Phoenix Knights below her.
"Clink, clink, clink!"
Like a torrential downpour of blades falling from above, Fisher, the Spinner, had no choice but to tactically withdraw, stepping back from her attack range to avoid accidental injury. Looking at the cyan-colored daggers buried deep into the stone slabs of the ground, Fisher was somewhat astonished, unsure if it was the robust physique of the Grey Bird Species or the nature of the relic itself that rendered the attack so deadly.
It was a shame that Emhardt would dodge faster than anyone once a fight broke out, making Fisher discard the idea of asking him.
With Fisher’s support and control from the ground, the Phoenix Knights, standing still like live targets, were hit squarely by Ossie’s Phoenix Feather Robe. However, impressive as Ossie’s skill seemed, it barely bothered those it hit. The feathers didn’t fully penetrate the Phoenix Knights’ armor and merely adorned the surface as decoration.
"What a pity, the Phoenix Feather Robe hasn’t been completely collected, and this Grey Bird Species isn’t yet strong enough to fully wield this legendary relic. It looks more like she’s giving those Phoenix Knights physical therapy..."
Hidden in Fisher’s embrace, Emhardt witnessed the scene and clicked his tongue, lamenting thus.
After completing this attack, Ossie in mid-air grew visibly exhausted. Her face was flushed, her chest heaved up and down, and even her flying movements wavered slightly.
The Phoenix Knights seized the opportunity of Ossie’s breathlessness, raising their thin swords as layers of milky-white Magic Emblems flared above the Thrusting Swords, creating an illusionary sword aura around the blades.
Four-Ring Magic, "Phoenix Breath."
This Four-Ring Magic was a signature spell used by the Phoenix Knights of the Sardinia Female Country. It granted a freezing effect and extended the reach of their blades, providing a distinct advantage against distant, larger foes or those clad in thick armor.
Feeling the icy blades attacking her, Ossie instinctively called back the Phoenix Feather Robe to her body. As blades flew back from the ground and the Phoenix Knights’ armor toward her, their attack was momentarily slowed.
Meanwhile, Fisher seized this chance, abruptly pulling the Spinner towards himself and dashing toward them.
Watching Fisher charge alone towards that group of ironclads, Emhardt, hiding in his pocket, retracted his eyes in fright and yelled at Fisher,
"Fisher! You’re a Mage! Stop shaking me, or even as a book, I’ll vomit!"
Emhardt feared the Phoenix Knights’ frost magic would ruin his well-maintained book covers. He had thought Fisher, being a scholar and a Mage, would fight more elegantly. Little did he know Fisher also enjoyed hand-to-hand combat, leaving Emhardt feeling dizzy and nauseated whenever they fought together. This was the reason why Emhardt had always stayed as far away from fighting as possible. Only this time, there was no time to hide...
He should have known better and hidden earlier!
Fisher’s expression remained unchanged, and the Phoenix Knights beside him noticed the presumptuous man sprinting towards them. The leading Phoenix Knight, visible beneath the helmet, couldn’t help but reveal a disdainful smile. For the women of the Sardinia Female Country, no male’s physical strength, domestic or foreign, could match theirs.