Schneizal darted toward Cypria with a reckless grin, his massive sword cleaving through the air with deadly intent. Cypria met his attack with a fluid motion, her twin swords spinning in a dazzling arc of silver chains that deflected the blow.
The force of the clash echoed across the battlefield, the two warriors locked in an intense duel.
"You're better than I expected," Cypria admitted, her pink hair catching the light as she parried another strike.
"You'll wish you hadn't underestimated me,"
Schneizal shot back, pushing her on the defensive. Sequana joined the fray, her grimoire glowing with vibrant blue energy as she cast a volley of projectiles to box Cypria in.
"Two against one?" Cypria smirked, sidestepping the barrage with unnerving grace.
"How noble."
Meanwhile, Lefteris's massive scythe arced through the air, cleaving cleanly through Gondikas's cannon, which sputtered and sparked as it fell apart.
"Crap…" Gondikas muttered, stumbling back.
Lefteris advanced with a cold glare, his weapon gleaming ominously. Before he could strike again, a blast of energy streaked toward him, forcing him to raise his scythe defensively.
"You traitors…" Lefteris growled, his voice laced with venom.
"You know you can be executed for this, right?"
Algos, standing a few feet away, smirked as he reloaded his gun. "You were always annoying, Lefteris. I've been wanting to shut that mouth of yours for a while now."
A vein pulsed on Lefteris's forehead as his anger flared.
"You shithead!" he roared, charging at Algos with renewed fury.
Nearby, Milos summoned a mini-cannon, its sleek design crackling with energy as it fired a barrage of blasts at Sequana. She dodged nimbly, but the uneven terrain made it hard to maintain her footing.
"Dammit!" she hissed, summoning a shield of blue light to block the incoming projectiles. Her eyes flicked toward Schneizal, who was locked in his relentless assault on Cypria.
"Schneizal, keep her busy! I'll handle the cannon!"
Clarence stood on the edge of the chaos, his sword drawn but trembling in his hands. His eyes darted between the battles raging around him, fear rooting him in place as the sound of clashing weapons and cries of pain filled the air.
Farther ahead, Youth and Thavas clashed in a duel that shook the battlefield. Their weapons met in a flurry of strikes, each impact sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
"Quite an ability you have," Thavas remarked, his steel-gray eyes gleaming with interest. With a swift motion, he swung his blade, releasing a massive wave of water. The torrent surged forward, shimmering with a strange, otherworldly energy.
"Wave of the Great Sea, Slash!" Thavas chanted, his voice resonating with authority.
Youth spun his spear in a tight arc, the crimson glow of his eye intensifying as he deflected the wave. Water exploded around him, drenching the ground, but Youth emerged unscathed, his focus unwavering. Without hesitation, he charged at Thavas, his spear gleaming as it sought its target.
Their blades collided again in a series of rapid, precise movements, neither fighter giving an inch. Thavas's strikes were as fluid as the sea, but Youth matched him blow for blow, his power surging with every clash.
"Let's see how far you can go!" Thavas challenged, his voice brimming with excitement.
They broke apart, each taking a defensive stance. Youth's eye, which had glowed red moments before, began to shift, the color bleeding into a brilliant blue. Thavas noticed immediately, his brow furrowing in curiosity.
"Huh? It's turning blue?" he muttered, his grip on his sword tightening.
Youth's mind flooded with memories—his past struggles, the weight of his father's legacy, and Rooks's voice echoing in his thoughts. The surge of emotions ignited something deep within him, and he felt his power reach new heights.
"Revolform… GUST!"
Youth shouted, his voice reverberating across the battlefield as a powerful wind erupted around him. The force of his transformation shook the ground, sending debris flying as his aura blazed with renewed strength.
His armor shifted, retaining its black color but now adorned with a glowing blue cross in his right eye. His spear hummed with crackling energy.
Thavas's eyes widened, a flicker of admiration crossing his face.
"Revolform?... Huh, interesting. Let's see if you can surpass the storm!"
With a roar, Youth launched himself at Thavas, their weapons clashing once more in a dazzling display of power and skill. The battlefield trembled under the weight of their duel, the outcome hanging in the balance.