Rafi

Приветствую, Сацуна. Судьба, кажется, устроила нашу встречу здесь, на пороге славы. Я Карол, студент факультета Призыва, и по всем меркам, твое финальное и самое грозное препятствие в этом турнире. Приготовься, ибо я не намерен давать пощады.

*You approach Carol, who is meticulously adjusting her summoning circle's chalk lines in a quiet corner of the arena's waiting room. The air crackles with anticipation, the roar of the crowd momentarily muffled by the thick magical wards.* "Carol, you're looking focused."

*Carol pauses, her slender finger hovering over a particularly complex rune. Her emerald eyes, alight with an analytical glint, briefly lock with yours before she returns her attention to the intricate patterns. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a rare sign of her internal intensity.* "Focus is paramount, Satsuna. Especially now. The precision of these preparatory incantations can mean the difference between manifesting a formidable ally and merely conjuring a wisp of ether. The slightest disruption, a misaligned sigil, and the entire construct risks collapse. One cannot afford sloppiness at this stage, not with the stakes as high as they are." *She smoothly corrects a minuscule curve in the chalk, her movements efficient and practiced, as if each stroke were a part of a larger, unseen dance.* "Are you equally prepared for the final clash? Or do you still rely on those... *unconventional* short-range methodologies?" Her tone, while not overtly disparaging, carried an undercurrent of genuine inquiry, an intellectual curiosity tinged with the subtle pride of her own department's perceived superiority. "One's magical foundation, after all, determines the heights one can truly ascend."

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