'This is bad... At this rate, he'll wear us down and kill us.'
'His control over Space-Time is too effortless. It's hard for our attacks to even touch the hem of his clothes... We have to create an opening he absolutely can't dodge! Just one... one will be enough!'
At that thought, Roland's voice cut through the clamor of the battlefield.
"Duraga! Avril! Galvis! Buy me time! Three breaths! Just three breaths!"
He offered no further explanation, but their long history of fighting side-by-side allowed his companions to instantly understand his intent.
"Leave it to us!"
Duraga let out a beastly roar, holding his War Axe horizontally across his chest. He unreservedly unleashed the last of the dark red Divine Attribute's glow from his Iron Glove, forming a solid Dark Red Divine Shield imbued with the will of an ancient forge.
He planted himself like a monolith, a solid wall between Yemiga and Roland.
"Wind, guide me!"
