After just a moment of shock at how weak Wilfried truly was, Evelyn began casting her next spell.
It took her less than a second to trace the pattern with her magical energy and conjure the magic.
"Aerial Blades."
Six razor sharp blades of wind that were each around three meters long shot out of Evelyn's hand and raced towards Wilfried.
Having tasted her first strike and seeing the next one already coming for him, he finally realized that he was actually in danger.
Whatever delusions he had had about Evelyn just wanting to preserve her honor with this duel were gone.
Even someone like him could not miss the hostile intent behind her attacks.
Knowing her would not be able to get out of the way of the incoming blades and hesitating to trust his own sword skills, he held his left arm forward and intricate runes on a leather bracer he wore started to glow.
An instant later, a dense shield of magical energy formed in front of him.
