Black Rose

Chapter Seven:

Recap:

"Don't look down on me!" Angel suddenly screamed catching Elizabeth's attention, looking back she saw powerful wind currents flowing around the girl as her hair was being whipped around the top of her head. The winds were so strong that they were affecting even those spectating the match from behind her. Elizabeth was impressed by the sudden spike in her magical power and smirked; she slowly pulled her hands free from her pants pockets. She was ready to take the girl seriously now.

All nine of the Captains leaned forwards as they noticed Elizabeth had removed her hands and was preparing to actually fight. They had grown tired of their monolog ages ago and now were just interested in seeing both of the girl's full potential.

"Alright Angel! That's what I'm talking about, you show me how strong you are!" she called over the raging winds as the girl's power increased tremendously. A small laugh escaped Elizabeth's lips while she reached for the heavy duty strap that kept her own grimoire in place; she could feel the thing constantly pulling at it's restraints. It really did feel as though it were alive. Her fingers lightly brushed against the thick leather that sealed the book and she was surprised to feel it suddenly calm against her touch although she didn't let it show on her face.

It was time for her to show her true colors. 

....

Taking a deep breath Elizabeth closed her eyes momentarily and listened to the growing winds surrounding her; silently debating her options. She would need to keep herself under control; being around so many different types of magic was surly what was causing her grimoire to be more active than usual. It was like a hungry beast, constantly wanting more and more magic to sink its teeth into. She had already pulled from that smoke-stack Captain of the Black Bulls; his Dark Magic was already recorded within her grimoire, but she didn't know if she wanted to be bold enough to use it again. 

If she wanted to she could pull from anyone in the room, but she didn't want to outshine Asta's sparring match too much. Elizabeth knew that her opponent deserved a real glimpse of her power, or at least for her to take her seriously.

Opening her eyes, Elizabeth looked towards the outraged girl in front of her, there was no doubt that she was indeed powerful, she definitely had some extensive mana reserves.

"Let's see how you like this!" Angel screamed out as she continued to power up her magic, mana was swirling around her and she couldn't help but eat up the surprised and amazed expressions of those watching her. Taking a chance, she looked up towards the judge's seats and smirked seeing their focus was on her power; she loved the attention and she had every intention of smashing her opponent into the ground. Elizabeth had embarrassed her in the beginning of their match, but now it was time for Angel to 'put her in her place.' Confidence built up in her chest as she watched the judges for a moment longer than she should have.

That lost moment was all Elizabeth needed to, once again, appear in her face. Only this time she held a long, rusted sword in her hand. Before Angel could process what was happening, Elizabeth brought the blade down hard on her shoulder; the blade was sideways so no life threatening damage was done. However blood sprayed from the noble's mouth, her knees buckled beneath her, and her eyes suddenly became blurry; much like Asta's winning blow, Elizabeth had taken her opponent down in one swing of her sword.

Silence followed as the wind Angel had gathered suddenly dispersed and sent multiple people flying off of their feet. Like Asta's sword, Elizabeth's claymore cut through the girl's strong magic as well. She stood while looking down at an unconscious girl seeming to be bored. She was disappointed that Angel had gotten so caught up with her image once again. The fact that she did get so caught up in the attention, meant that she didn't take the fight seriously; Elizabeth had hoped that after pushing her to power up, Angel would realize that it was a life or death situation.