CRACK!
Contrary to everyone's expectations… It was the blade that lost in their contest of might. It cracked the instant it met with Theo's fist, quickly breaking apart in an instant, before bursting into amber flames.
'W-what?!' Despite seeing this, Gerald refused to remain stunned by what had happened.
He summoned another weapon—this time a battle-ax.
It was much firmer and stronger than the broadsword, and even though it was heavy, he could compensate for that with his own speed.
'I'm much faster than this kid… but he acts preemptively—almost like he can predict my next movements.' Gerald growled. 'No matter… I've gotten used to all of your tricks. The next time we clash, you'll be meeting your—'
His thoughts quickly halted once he noticed something absurd going on with Theo.
