Merin's sword stopped right at the edge of Akiol's neck. She sighed in disappointment, "In the end is that all?"
Akiol was unresponsive, even his hand was slowly loosening. Merin sheathed Peerless Edge, "I had hoped you would have seen what I was trying to convey. A shame, let us proceed to-"
She frowned and gripped Peerless Edge, "This is. . . ?"
Akiol's grip tightened, though his face remained blank. It was as if his body was moving on its own! Merin was slightly impressed, "Your will to fight remains! Here I had thought you given up, my apologies. Allow me to finish this properly."
{Origami Style: Folding A Thousand Cranes}!
Merin twisted Peerless Edge and deflected the blows. The thousands of slashes behind Akiol's attack weren't condensed and instead spread out onto the ground, only faint scratches appearing on the Arena surface. The Sword Saint raised an eyebrow, "Highly inefficient, what was supposed to be the plan?"
