He allowed the scene to unfold slowly in his mind, though he kept part of his attention on his surroundings, listening to the rustling leaves and the occasional movement from Cole's side of the clearing.
Freeing Maya and Nora had been the right thing to do, and he didn't think there had been much room to hesitate there.
However, once the monster had emerged and the actual fight began, there were several things he could have handled better.
His first attack on its head, for example, had been rather careless.
He had jumped into range, gathered mana around his sword and swung, expecting his strength and the ridiculous sharpness of his blade to do most of the work.
And they had, to some extent, but he still remembered the uncomfortable resistance when his sword slowed inside the creature's flesh, after it used mana to protect itself.
Looking down at Kurogoroshi, he adjusted his grip and slowly turned his wrist, trying to recall the exact angle at which he had struck.
