With a sly grin, the Headmaster taunted Kintovar, "You'll find it quite challenging to hit me, Kintovar. Your teology alone won't be enough."

  The Headmaster's yellow energy surged around Kintovar's remaining skyborne bombs, and her trol over them became apparent. The h bombs began to shift in the air, aligning themselves with the Headmaster's will.

  With a mog and taunting tohe Headmaster addressed Kintovar,

  "Oh, Kintovar, you tried," she began, "You desighese bombs with magical resistance, hoping they'd be immuo my psychic abilities. But you uimated my power."

  The Headmaster's yellow energy swirled and intensified around the h bombs. She uses her plete tration as she straio surpass the magical resistahat Kintovar had built into the bombs.

  "It takes a bit of effort, I admit, but with enough focus, I override that magical resistance you so carefully crafted."

  She paused briefly, relishing the moment, before tinuing with a sadistic glee, "How does it feel, Kintovar, to be undone by your own iions? Your creations turned against you."

  With those cruel words, the Headmaster unleashed the trolled bombs, sending them toward Kintovar with devastating force, a sinister smile on her face as she relished the prospect of using Kintovar's own teology against her.

  As the trolled bombs hurtled towards her, Kintovar thought to herself, “I don’t believe this! She's willing to strain her powers that mu order to take me out?"

  In the face of the approag trolled bombs, Kintovar's mind raced. She had to think quickly to avoid the impending explosion. With an idea in mind, she leaped into a and began spinning around with a sense ency. Sweatdrops formed on her forehead.

  However, the Headmaster's psychitrol over the bombs proved relentless. With a malevolent grin, she triggered the explosion. The resulting bst enveloped Kintovar, sending shockwaves of ford fiery debris in all dires. Kintovar was caught in the explosive maelstrom, her body obscured by the fiery turmoil.

  The battlefield trembled with the destructive force, and for a moment, it seemed as though Kintovar had been ed by the explosion. The fmes and smoke came outward, obsg the oute of this fierce frontation.

  In the midst of the chaos, the Headmaster stood triumphantly believing she had finally vanquished her longtime adversary.

  As the thick smoke began to dissipate, revealing the aftermath of the explosive frontation, the Headmaster's fusion deepened. All that remained in the pce where Kintovar had stood was her jacket, billowily iermath of the bst.

  The Headmaster's eyes widened with surprise and disbelief as she gazed at the empty jacket. Her earlier fidence waned, repced by a sense of unease.

  Aimathema muttered to herself, "Where did she go? How could she have survived that explosion?"

  As the Headmaster tio s the battlefield, her heightened speed causing her movements to appear in haste, she remained unaware of Kintovar's stealthy approach. The grappling hook, a versatile tool in Kintovar's arsenal, shot out from behind her, its magic attat log onto the Headmaster's form.

  Before the Headmaster could react, she could hear Kintovar speaking with amusement and fidence, "Wasn't that pretty clever?"

  The Headmaster, taken by surprise as the grappling hook secured its hold on her, could only muster a startled gasp before she felt herself being pulled back towards Kintovar.

  Kintovar's strategic fht shohrough as she stepped forward, her jacket discarded and her red uniform-like shirt and bck pants on full dispy. The Headmaster, ensnared by the grappling hook and pulled closer to Kintovar, had been caught off guard by her adversary's quick thinking.

  With the Headmaster drawn to a precise point, Kintovar revealed her a the hole—a skyborne bomb. "I had a feeling you might try something like that. Aln ahead, right? Your Psychiinion almost made me fet, but I've prepared for this very moment!"

  With unwavering resolve, Kintovar threw the bomb at the Headmaster, simultaneously triggering its detonation. The device burst forth with a brilliant dispy of destructive power.

  O exploded, it unleashed a shockwave through the battlefield with the Headmaster caught in the heart of the bst. She took the full brunt of the detonation.

  Kintovar emerged from the aftermath of the explosion, bearing visible signs of the intetle. Scorches and bruises adorned her body, but she ignored her wounds. With one hand on her side, she looked on while only briefly adjusting her sungsses.

  The Headmaster was now ying on the ground amidst the wreckage. She got to her knees with her anger and frustration boiling over.

  "Damn you, Kintovar!" she seethed with rage. "Your accursed teology...your damned iions! You will pay for this!"

  The Headmaster with seething rage unleashed her magical energy with intense focus. Her attention was irely fixed on Kintovar who bore visible signs of the intetle and it was at the very moment that she was adjusting her suoo.

  With a wicked grin, the Headmaster decred, "Your jacket is not on yht now, Kintovar. Yical resistance has lessened signifitly hasn’t it?!" She ehe Psychiinion, releasing Kintovar's mind from its grip.

  Kintovar, with her mind no longer jumbled by the Headmaster's psychic powers, found herself suspended in the air.

  "I couldn't fully lift you before, thanks to that Magical resistant jacket of yours. But now, without it, I'll send you on a One-way trip to the moht where you belong!"

  The Headmaster focused her power, her eyes locked onto Kintovar who was now in the sky.

  Kintovar ropelled upward by the Headmaster's magic; however, Kintovar had a trick up her sleeve. With quick thinking and precision, she deployed her grappling hook, sending it s towards the Headmaster.

  A moment of realization flickered across the Headmaster's face as she thought,

  "I 't switch my focus in time!"

  It was too te. The grappling hook she Headmaster’s body which prevented her from fully casting Kintovar into the void of space.

  Kintovar, with a fident smirk, addressed the Headmaster as they began falling from the sky. "You see, Headmaster Aimathema, when it es to teology, I always have a few tricks up my sleeve. Sendio the moon? That's child's py pared to what I do."

  As they plummeted through the sky, their banter tihe Headmaster spoke with fidence, "I still end you from up here, Kintovar. My trol over psychiergy is unmatched, and as long as I'm within my aura's domain, even in the sky, I manipute the flow of my body."

  Kintovar, still smirking, replied, "Oh, I have no doubt about your power, Headmaster. You just failed to notie thing. So long as we're falling together, you're not the only one who make a move. You see, Headmaster Aimathema, I've anticipated a situation like this," Kintovar tinued carrying a note of satisfa. "I've developed these little wonders called ‘Psychic Jamming Pods’. They emit powerful psychic jamming waves, disruptial and magical abilities. It's a handy little iion that create areas of psychiterference, making it quite challenging fes to cast spells or maintain their tration."

  The Headmaster's eyes widened in realization, uanding the significe of Kintovar's iion. "You…You pnned for this to happen!?"

  Kintovar nodded fidently. "Iiming is everything when it es to battle, hag. And now that I've set the stage, it's time for the grand finale."

  With that, Kintovar activated the Psychic Jamming Pods and released them to the sky enviro. The pods emitted waves of psychiterference, creating an aura of disruption around them. The Headmaster's trol over her psychic abilities began to waver as the interfereook effect.

  The Headmaster's fidence waned as the Psychic Jamming Pods disrupted her abilities. Her once-powerful yellow aura faded from around Kintovar, leaving her momentarily defenseless. She stammered, struggling to maintain her posure.

  "What...what is this? My powers...they're fading,” she muttered, "How…how did you... mao ter my psychic abilities!?"

  Kintovar, still desding with the Headmaster, couldn't help but smile. "Teology. Ever heard about it? It has its advantages and I also heard it could not only rival but surpass magic! Doesen’t that sound intriguing?."

  Kintovar and the Headmaster tio desd towards the ground. Kintovar's quick thinking led her to release the grappling hook and search for something else to tto. However, with only sand below, her options were limited.

  Kintovar made a bold decision. She hurled one of her remaining skyborne bombs downward, knowing that it was her only ce to halt their rapid dest.

  "Activate anti-gravitational field!" Kintovar anded,

  The bomb activated and began to emit a powerful anti-gravitational field, terag their fall, but it has only done so much.

  Despite the immense difficulty of the task, Kintovar wrestled with the bomb's trols, struggling tain trol of their dest. The sand below rushed up towards them, but Kintovar’s resourcefulness were her greatest assets in that moment. She refused to give in to the impending impact.

  Becky and Sybil, locked in their own battle against the mages, couldn't help but gnce skyward when they noticed Kintovar falling from the heavens. The sight was ued and ing, especially sidering the rapid dest.

  Becky, her earth magic still swirling around her hammer, excimed, "Hey, isn't that the doc up there? She's falling fast!"

  Sybil, her swleaming with residual magical energy from her earlier attacks, nodded in agreement. "It looks like she's in trouble. We have to do something!"

  The two of them disengaged from their current foes and dashed towards the point where Kintovar was slowly desding.

  The remaining 10 mages noticed the distra caused by Kintovar's ued dest and the suddeure of Becky and Sybil from their battle. They seized the opportunity troup and make their move. With disdain for teology, they fired off a barrage of magical attacks while hurling disparaging ents at the approag duo.

  "You think you just abandon our little fight, Earth Mage? We won't let you interfere!"

  "These two are just the pdogs of that teophile! Let's show them why magic rules!"

  "Ice will freeze your teology, ah will crush it! You won’t escape me, Windy!"

  The mages jured fire, ice, lightning, ah, ung their elemental assaults in rapid succession. Each attack aimed to disrupt Becky and Sybil's advance.

  Becky respoo the taunts of the three mages with her own fiery spirit.

  "Oh, you fug fiery-haired mage! Yonna be so hot that you'll melt before yic even warms up!"

  Becky turned her attention to the mage with lightning magic.

  "And you with the electricity! Maybe you should try a different outlet because your sparks are go my damn dust!"

  Lastly, she frohe mage with ice magic.

  "And you, Ice-cold, huh? Well, I hope yht your mittens for the heat my trail is gonna bze on you!"

  Sybil, usually the quieter of the two said lowly, "Becky, maybe we shouldn't eh their ents like that. It could distract us from what we are about to do."

  Becky replied with a wink, “Sometimes you've just got to give 'em a taste of their own medie. Besides, I know deep down you'd love to join in on bashing them too! These bastards looked down on us, Sybil! Give them hell! e on! Don’t hold bae now girl! Let me hear it!"

  Sybil blushed slightly but couldn't help but smile. “Ummm….maybe ter…”

  Kintovar meanwhile tile with the skyborne bomb's trols. She braced herself for a potentially harsh nding. However, to her surprise, just as the sand below rushed up towards them, a strong and steady pair of hands reached out and caught her. It was Becky who had mao reach Kintovar in the nick of time with a firm grip.

  Kintovar looked up at Becky with relief and gratitude, her sungsses slightly askew from the intense dest. "Becky, you're a lifesaver!”

  Meanwhile, the Headmaster desded rapidly behind them. She hit the ground with a loud thud. Becky, Kintovar and Sybil looked on watg the impact of the headmaster against the ground.

  “Hey doc, is it over?”

  “We’ll see in a moment…”