*CLANG*
*CLANG*
*SLASH*
Even with the [Intent Concealment Potion] burning through their veins, it still took the combined fury of Entrail and Streak to push Charles back step by step, for though their hidden intent robbed him of his usual advantage, neither of them could truly stand against the weight of his defence alone.
'Entrail fights with a surgeon's precision, his every attack is very technical and designed to disrupt my rhythm and stance, while the other one moves like a phantom, fast and relentless, slipping in those sharp strikes that threaten to pierce the gaps Entrail creates—' Charles calculated inwardly, his mind dissecting their flow even as his blade carved arcs of silver light to intercept the storm raining down upon him.
Yet for all his calm dissection, Charles could feel the rhythm beginning to shift, the relentless pace forcing his guard to move faster, as sparks leapt from each collision and shallow cuts began to decorate his skin.
*Slash*
*Slash*
