The Primordial Maga | Mashle: Magic and Muscle
"You realize that a single-liner can't harness a wand's true form, right?" Lance Crown, the true rival of Mash Burnedead, questioned as his eyes trailed from your facial feature and your distinctive wand, "Are you hiding something, YN?"
Everyone whipped their head as you stood menacingly amongst the crowd. Burnedead bravely stood in front of you, lifting an arm to shield you, "Don't."
In disbelief, Lance furrowed his brow at the dark haired male, "What are you doing?"
"Protecting a friend."
"Even if she doesn't need protection?"
You were ready to debate with Lance when Mash completely shadowed your small frame, "Even if she's stronger or weaker, I will protect her."
"You really..." Irritation was written all over Lance's handsome feature as he lift his wand, "...can't read the room. Move, Burnedead."
"Why?"
"I can't afford to leave a scratch on her while we fight, so move." And a beam flashed before the two of you as Lance casts an incomprehensible spell.