Heavy and stable, like the guardians of the mountains, the nimble Black Angel finds it difficult to hit the fragile parts, while a casual strike from the Sword Dancer, once it connects, could completely defeat the Black Angel.
The two sides approach slowly. The Sword Dancer does not wish to drag on for too long, so he retrieves the last piece of armored musket and grips it tightly in his hand. This time, he does not attack first but waits for the Black Angel to make a move.
Time passes second by second, and the distance between them continues to close. It is only now that the Black Angel slowly raises his head, staring directly at this steel creation.
"Who do you think has a better chance of winning between the two?"
Someone walks over from behind, and Nikola looks at the beasts below, asking curiously.
"The side of technology."
Merlin replies in this manner.
"Are you, as an Alchemist, so worshipful of technology?"
