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Now convinced that he was either cursed or the universe is punishing him for his arrogance, the Mage-Knight instinctively dodges the incoming fireball; the knight's fear and uncertainty having fooled him into wasting his energy evading an attack that would have otherwise been safely deflected by his passive barriers and heavy armor. Now taking note of having to fight two fresh opponents, both of which he hasn't the slightest clue of regarding their capabilities and how they fight while he was running low on both mana and stamina from all the combat and running around, the knight, with great reluctance, a tightening chest and the bitterness of defeat making his eyes sting; prepares to retreat in the face of adversity, having decided that there will always be a next time... That is if he manages to escape them.

"Th-This isn't over just yet! You honorless rebel curs will rue the day you have spat upon the honor of Pieter Vahsel!"

Backpedaling away from Red and quickly holding his sword above his head with both hands, Kokonoe and Red can clearly see that the Knight was preparing for some sort of massive desperation attack from the fact that the blade was beginning to shine with a blinding bluish-white light.

"SOLAR FLARE!"

Smashing his blade into the ground, the act heralded a flash of light with radiance comparable to a star, yet there was no gust of wind that heralded a destructive wave of concussive force coming right at them with the violence of the Tsunami or thermal radiation hot enough to flash-boil eyeballs and skin... But just the light.