'Wow, those two are a disaster,' Luna mused, her voice tinged with what could only be described as amused pity.
I didn't need her commentary to confirm what was painfully obvious. Watching Rachel and Cecilia attempt teamwork was like watching two highly intelligent missiles collide mid-air—loud, bright, and catastrophically inefficient.
Their battle had started with the vague promise of coordination. It took exactly thirty seconds for that promise to collapse in spectacular fashion. Rachel's precise, calculated spellwork clashed horrifically with Cecilia's instinct-driven, raw-firepower approach. Every time one of them made a move, the other would unintentionally—sometimes intentionally—counteract it. Their magic didn't harmonize so much as combust on contact.
I winced as Rachel's golden light spell—meant to provide a barrier—was overwhelmed by Cecilia's crimson flames, the collision resulting in a blinding explosion that sent both of them skidding backwards.
