But just then, a solid punch landed squarely on Mosi's face.
"Have you said enough?" she asked indifferently.
"What the hell are you playing at!" Mosi, covering her face, angrily scrambled up from the ground.
"I don't want to hear any more of your gibberish. Just end it already."
Erald Sparrow lifted her chin emotionlessly, raising the fist in her hand, "Next, I'm going to smash that filthy face of yours to pieces, you scum."
"With your fist..."
Mosi listened to her words with a dazed expression and then sneered again, "Ha-ha-ha! With your fist? Co at if you can, you psycho!"
But before she could straighten up, Mosi saw a surge of blue Magic Power in front of her. A blue streak flashed before her eyes, and Erald Sparrow was upon her once more.
Then, a fist slamd heavily into her face again.
Boom!
This ti, Mosi was sent flying as if she had been hit by a large vehicle, launched into the air, and then crashed into the half-destroyed building beside her, creating a pile of broken bricks and debris.
Erald Sparrow, holding her fist, materialized at her previous location, looking unemotionally at the fractured building, "Good."
Then, traces of Magic Power lit up beneath her feet, and she shot out once again at incredible speed, as if vanishing into thin air.
Mosi would never understand why a Magical Girl was so adept at hand-to-hand combat.
What she didn't know was that when Erald Sparrow first acquired the Weave of Fate, in order to compensate for the weak combat power of her magical gear, she resorted to martial arts.
If magical gear was ineffective, then Magic Power was undeniably real. By using the right Spell Techniques to block long-range attacks, the rest could be taken care of with close combat.
So, hand-to-hand combat was actually Erald Sparrow's forte.
Blue traces of Magic Power streaked continuously through the building, and Mosi, like a ping-pong ball, was hamred repeatedly in midair, flung chaotically, with no strength to retaliate.
Each punch landed heavily on her face, each blow struck her nose bridge fiercely. Mosi felt dazed and unable to discern directions.
At first, she scorned Erald Sparrow's attacks, which seed like re juggling, but as the punches repeatedly hamred her face, she finally began to feel fear when her gums and nose bridge emitted sounds of distress.
She realized the true reason Erald Sparrow chose to fight this way—to vent her anger.
Punch after punch, hitting hard on her face, not for anything else, but to pour out rage.
Teeth knocked out, nose bridge shattered, with Erald Sparrow's continued heavy punches, even Mosi's extraordinary physique could not withstand such damage.
"Ah! Have you had enough!" She struggled to counterattack and dodge, "You brute, you imbecile!"
She landed a punch on Erald Sparrow's arm, yelling hysterically, "Who do you think you are? Do you fancy yourself as the bringer of justice? A dog abandoned by the nation!"
"The king's indifference and your own have brought you to this state. Yet you claim justice, thinking to judge here?"
"Look at you now, barbarous and hideous. Have you ever thought about what the high and mighty Gemstone Scepter is doing right now? While you're here fighting tooth and nail, they're enjoying their tea, wine, and comfortable sleep!"
"I want to wage war against those people. I want to shatter their rule, and yet you've ruined everything! It's all gone! I have nothing left!"
Struck once more by a heavy punch from Erald Sparrow, she fell to the ground but got up again, her emotions incredibly charged, "You don't understand my hatred! I am in the right, I am the just one, there's no reason for to lose!"
"Mortals have no power to resist the nation, only by borrowing the strength of the Remnant Beasts can I take revenge on the nation. How could I have the power to strike back at the nation if I didn't go this far!"
"You Magical Girls will never understand the helplessness and pain of mortals. From a young age, you were chosen by the nation, granted power far exceeding that of mortals, while we Magicians, no matter how we train, can't catch up to you by a hair! It's completely unfair!"
"How desperate! A commoner wanting to take revenge against the high and mighty Magical Girls, what else could I do? What choice did I have other than the strength of the Remnant Beasts?"
"You call evil? Say I'm scum? Then tell —If you had a daughter, if your daughter was sacrificed aninglessly, and also received cold treatnt from the nation, with no gain in life or fa in death, what would you choose?"
"When you can only silently attend your daughter's funeral, unable to express your suffering, what other thod of vengeance do you have besides the power of the Remnant Beasts!"
She fiercely clutched at Erald Sparrow's collar, almost screaming in her face, "You just don't get it, do you! Cornflower!"
"...I have a daughter."
That's when Erald Sparrow suddenly said.
She looked emotionlessly at Mosi, and with a voice only they could hear, she spoke slowly, "She too was a Magical Girl. But a few months ago, when she was just starting out, she encountered your people."
"If one day she dies because of the nation's mistake, I will certainly settle the score with the person responsible. But for now, like I said, there's only one thing I need to do."
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