(AN: Don't forget to read the previous chapter first)
Atticus' eyes were wide open. Despite the blinding flashes of their exchanges, they remained unblinking, simply staring at him. The man felt stripped bare.
Their weapons clashed one more time, then…
Shatter!
The man's eyes widened.
'My weapon broke! How!?'
He knew how high quality it was, to think it would break even while wrapped in his will.
But he had no time to process it. Atticus' katana descended.
'Too late to dodge!'
The Roman soldier suddenly flashed between them, raising his circular shield and erupting with every ounce of will he had.
"Reflect!"
He roared, and the shield lit up in a blinding explosion. Atticus' eyes narrowed. He vanished just as a crescent slash burst from the light, splitting the sky.
'That shield.'
Atticus slowly descended and landed softly on the ruined ground. Despite the series of intense exchanges, there wasn't a single hair out of place on him.
