Dark Nova shot backward through the air before abruptly forcing his flight to a stop.
The sudden halt sent a powerful gust rushing outward, blowing dust and loose debris away from the point where he had arrested his momentum.
"…That speed." Dark Nova muttered, staring sternly at Arthur.
It was a speed technique inherited from Sir Tristan, one of the Knights of the Round Table. That alone made Arthur one of Ethan's fastest summons, second only to Nina, if not her equal.
Arthur remained standing between the Hero and his Summoner. And without taking his eyes off Dark Nova, he spoke. "Please accept my apologies, Summoner."
Ethan let out a sigh. "You know… if you actually used your true ability, and that sword of yours, this would've been over by now."
"Heh…" Arthur scratched the back of his head with an awkward smile. "Perhaps."
Then expression then gradually became serious. "But… there's something else. I can sense divinity coming from that man."
