He was one step too slow.
A single, fluid backward flip was Black Fang's answer to his overwhelming, mighty attack, forced to get out of its way. But in that same motion, the tip of her katana reached Leohtar's collarbone. The first injury of the duel had been dealt.
It was nothing but a faint scratch. A whisper of contact.
Yet Leohtar froze.
His eyes went wide.
His fiery veins darkened in real time.
He gasped at first, coughed next, and then staggered.
The poison had taken root. And it was ravaging through his body, his monstrous constitution failing to properly resist the venom imbuement on Black Fang's katana.
But Leohtar didn't panic.
He slammed both hands against his chest, summoning every ounce of strength he could muster. "[Solar Pulse: Cleanse-"
He never finished. He wasn't allowed to, for Black Fang was already in motion.
Before the final word had left his lips, she was there, pressing the advantage.
