< First Movement : Crescent Moon >
A blade of white light burst from the sword. It sliced through the scales of the wyvern's chest, opening a gaping wound from which black and viscous blood spurted. The beast screamed, pure pain tearing through its cry.
"Rooaaaaahhh!!! "
It brought down its claws, but Kaiser used the momentum of his attack to slide under it, pivoting with liquid fluidity.
< Second Movement : Quarter Moon.>
Remnants of his aura, as sharp as the crescent moon, remained suspended in the air. As the wyvern tried to turn around, it collided with these stationary blades. Its wings were lacerated in several places, shreds of green membrane falling to the ground.
Kaiser straightened up, wiping a drop of black blood that had splashed onto his face.
