"Clang!"
Amid the clear sound of a struck bell, the Sword of Mars, which had descended like a bolt of lightning, was blocked by a palm flashing with blade-like radiance.
Enkidu had transformed his hands and feet into weapons, forcibly blocking the Sword of Mars's slash. The blade and palm-blade scraped against each other, sending sparks flying in all directions.
"Did you block it?"
Attila watched the scene and murmured without joy or sorrow.
"Of course." Enkidu stared at Attila through the countless sparks, speaking with what sounded like a sneer. "My hands and feet are all the sharpest weapons. They will never be inferior to any Noble Phantasm. This is the form of the new humanity. Take a good look, defective product of the old humanity."
As he spoke, Enkidu raised his other hand. Light turned into a blade and slashed toward Attila.
Attila showed no emotion. She merely tilted her head back, and the strike missed her.
But at that moment, Enkidu advanced instead of retreating. Both his hands were blades that seemed to split the air, while his feet were like long whips and heavy hammers sweeping through the atmosphere. His entire body transformed into a storm of swords, blades, spears, and halberds as he unleashed a torrential assault on Attila.
Attila was not afraid in the slightest. Instead, she raised the Sword of Mars and charged forward to meet him.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang—!"
In an instant, the great king of destruction and the god-forged weapon unleashed violence upon each other. The Sword of Mars's Three-colored Sword Light and those slender, gleaming hands and feet collided without pause, producing an unbroken chorus of clashing metal.
For a while, blades flashed and sparks flew everywhere. Even the shockwaves produced by each collision became turbulent currents of air