The general snarled. "SHUT UP, BRAT!!"
He charged, swinging the massive blade down with a roar. A tremor shook the battlefield as his power lashed out in a dark shockwave, splitting rocks and cracking trees in a vicious arc.
Javier didn't move.
Only lifted his hand again, blocking the blow with his bare palm.
The ground shattered beneath him, dust kicking up in all directions. But Javier stood unharmed, only wincing slightly.
Then he sighed.
"Not only is it gross," he said, tilting his head lazily and pushing the sword aside with the back of his wrist, "but your technique has zero finesse."
He looked up at the general, smirking.
"You know what finesse is? No?"
He clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"Of course not. I was going to offer a lesson, but nah. That sword? It's... tacky. The kind of weapon a tryhard villain would carry."
He leaned in slightly, whispering with a smug grin.
"Clearly... you're not a cool guy."
