(Juxta Military Base, Entrail's POV)
Entrail did not buy into Charles's explanation that he was just waiting for the barrier to go up before getting serious.
After all, who in their right mind would gamble with their life like that?
'He thinks he can play mind games with us with that false show of strength? Come on…. We are Monarch's, not Master tier beginners.'
Entrail thought, as he scoffed at Charles's actions.
However, although he doubted Charles's words and wanted to dismiss it as last ditch bravado, when he and Charles clashed blades yet again, instead of holding his own, he was blown back on raw strength, as if his peak force was only half of what Charles possessed.
*CLANG*
*BOOOOM*
Entrail skidded across the fractured ground, his boots carving trenches, his arms trembling as he barely steadied his blade.
