Spivey flipped through the air, dodging a thicket of brambles.
After landing, his shoulders and back heaved as he gulped for air. His palms were drenched in sweat, and several sword marks had been added to his once well-fitted clothes, leaving them somewhat tattered.
The clown mask still covered his face, but the grotesque grin traced by its scarlet mouth no longer seemed to be mocking Domenico. Instead, it appeared to be jeering at his own bedraggled state.
Domenico gave Spivey no chance to catch his breath. With a casual tug, he pulled up a rose vine planted in the ground. Amid flickering afterimages, the vine transformed back into a slender rose rapier.
With a flick of his wrist, he held the rapier upright. Perfectly positioned between his eyes, the blade's reflected radiance outlined his deep-set features.
Domenico stood elegantly with sword in hand. Beneath the rain of rose petals drifting through the sky, he looked like the most devout of noble knights.
After the stillness came furious motion.
As energy surged, Domenico unleashed a true Spring Waltz!
The tip of his sword glided like a graceful waltz. Each swing brought not only falling petals, but also great quantities of thorny vines sprouting from the ground.
Concealed beneath the Woolly Needlegrass plain, these vines began to bare their fangs and brandish their claws.
Taking advantage of the terrain, Domenico pressed forward step by step.
Spivey did not strike back and could only retreat. When his strength had completely drained away, Domenico seized the moment and swung his sword down.
Like a beam of light, it slashed across Spivey's face.
A crackling sound rang out.
A fissure split the clown mask straight down the middle. As black mist flickered, the eerie clown mask shattered into two halves.
Although Spivey quickly made