Tula's eyes were reflected on the cold steel of the blade.
However, his eyes showed no surprise. Instead, they held a hint of regret, as if lamenting the imminent destruction of a precious object.
Then...
"VWOOM!"
A nearly instantaneous [Force Field Wave] erupted from Tula, its violent, invisible force threatening to send both Roland and his sword flying.
At the same time, the solid ground beneath Roland's feet instantly transformed into a swirling area of an [Oily Technique], while several [Magic Missiles] locked onto his figure, whistling through the air with trails of light.
Roland's pupils contracted. His charging form came to an unnatural halt, defying inertia. He stomped hard, using the edge of the [Force Field Wave]'s impact to backflip, narrowly avoiding the oily patch beneath him.
His Moonlight Longsword carved several precise arcs, its tip shattering the incoming Magic Missiles and creating a shower of scattered sparks.
