Javier grinned, both blades out as he effortlessly parried the flurry of coordinated attacks from all sides. Sparks flew. Dust scattered.
He leaned slightly to the side, avoiding a giant axe swing by mere inches, then spun and kicked First's incoming blade away.
"Tch—! Annoying brat!" First growled.
"Come on, guys! Aren't you supposed to be Seventh?" Javier said while deflecting a spear thrust from Sixth.
"You know... that elite group that helped beat King Gurdan? Hunted Celestials? Feared across the continent?" He leaned in mid-parry, smiling mockingly.
"And now you're here... flailing around like background extras."
"YOU'RE GOING TO DIE, BRAT!!!"
Seventh exploded in rage, slamming both palms to the ground.
A dark aura blasted out in all directions, the force shaking trees, tearing shallow craters across the grass, and kicking up a gust that whipped across the battlefield.
Liana and Gloria skirt fluttered.
Javier paused mid-swing.
He turned his head slowly.
