Flesh and metal collided, tearing off large chunks of crimson, accompanied by shattered iron.
It was like a battlefield of cavalry charging from a century ago, with no retreat for anyone, fighting to the death on this narrow path.
The Armor of Original Sin strode forward, letting its armor hang down to shield the rain, using it like a shield to protect the body, but soon it became dented and uneven, then torn into countless fragments by cracks.
Sharp claws struck the armor, sparking dazzling firelight and ear-piercing clashes.
The sound was so sharp, cutting through eardrums like a razor blade, and soon Gawain's left ear began to bleed, his hearing blurred, and finally only silence remained.
"Ah... Ha..."
He gasped for breath, losing the protection of his helmet, the incessant rain obscured his vision, and despite his efforts to open his eyes, Gawain could see only blurs.
Unable to see the enemies or his comrades, only patches of blazing fire burned.
