145 Nothing Special!

A funeral silence dropped on the scene. The audience holding its breath as the two mauled Strikers reformed piece by piece. At least…that's how it was supposed to be. Sadly, the damage largely exceeded the arena's limits. The two overreaching students now both missing limbs.

"AAAAAAAAARGH!" The mutilated nobles howled in grief. Rolling on the ground as they clutched at their missing limbs. Celestia couldn't accept this turn of events—backpedaling as she reeled in confusion.

[Transposition]

With a little smirk, Mithras snapped his fingers, making Nagini and Honoria switch places with two of his Line Guardians.

"Mhm…I seem to remember that the Center gets one Strike and one Assist per round. You've already wasted your Assist. Now go ahead and waste your Strike so I can bury your soul and take my date to dinner," Mithras said in a cheerful tone, his words hitting Celestia so hard that she recoiled from the emotional damage.