Facing Mary, Shirley pushed relentlessly, leaving her with no chance to catch her breath. Although Mary could block Shirley's intensely fast attacks that were hard to watch with her Golden Pupil, she didn't find any opportunity to change the course of their fight.
"Shirley! Listen to me.....Shirley....!"
Several times, Mary tried to speak up, to remind Shirley, to return to their once peaceful everyday life. A'Xie was waiting for them, everyone was supposed to spend the night at Mary's house, eat dinner, bathe, and chat together. But every time she tried to open her mouth, Shirley's storm-like flurry of attacks drowned out Mary's words, not giving her the chance to speak.
"Don't interfere, my beloved Mary Clarissa! Why can't the two of us...We don't have to be afraid, or cry, we wouldn't fall into sadness anymore! If we are together...Mary!"
"Clang—————!!!!"
The swords intersected again, then backed off, their trembling blades facing each other.