@Zeroth@ReusableSwordA full four hundred flying objects within the limited airspace of the arena.
It would be suffocating even if they were just expected to fly in formation, but for them all to be chasing after golden orbs the size of a fist and the speed of a bird? It would be utter chaos, and chaos it certainly was, when the immediate response from anyone who could fly was to launch out wide-area, multi-target magic in an attempt to take down both their competitors *and* their targets. High above, the phoenix-cowl burned incandescent, a flurry of motion, while the snake-summoner found it fitting to scatter the shredded remnants of his creations upon the ground. Within the storm, another blue-haired woman was giving out lessons in flying, as if she had no care in the world for the dwindling number of golden orbs left. Others struggled, of course, the original chase gradually turning into proper brawl. Some fell off their brooms in the attempt, and the referees stepped in to save them. The numbers were shifting gradually. If the trial ended immediately after the 100th ball was seized, that meant that until then, it was to the benefit of the have-nots to collaborate against the haves.
In time, it would become a fight of 100 against 200, more or less.
Kreszenz held her broom, her feet still on the ground as she watched the flow of the battlefield. Occasionally, she took a step to the side to avoid falling detritus, a step to the back to avoid a stray spell, but through it all, she remained where she was, her grimoire floating beside her, her wand in her hand. Allies would be helpful here, a reduction of the number of brooms more so. As for the first to target…
Ah, a Barrier Mage.
That was certainly a piece worth possessing. Removing someone else who dared possess magic similar to hers? Even better.
“Canon.”It was a flick of a wrist, a flick of the wand, a flip of a
switch. A single bolt of lightning, blisteringly fast, shot from ground to sky in opposition to natural elements, aimed at the heavyset youth that had just bowled over the barrier mage. Its trajectory was aimed at splitting his broom in half and nothing more, but that alone ought to distract him long enough for the barrier mage to secure his orbs once more.
And if he did?
The Leichenberg heiress would catch his gaze and offer a nod, at once a request for and a command to collaborate moving forwards.