Had she been too presumptuous?
Hoshino watched the figures clashing beneath the shrine, thick doubt rising in her heart. The two of them had been perfectly capable of talking in the dream world, so why had they started fighting without a word the moment they returned to reality?
Life really was full of melodrama and absurdity.
Hoshino gripped her sword, her gaze darting between the two colliding figures. Her right hand rested on the hilt, her left foot planted ahead of her right, her body drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to jump in and save someone at any moment. Two humanoid blurs of light collided across the ground, cracking the earth behind them inch by inch. They moved so quickly that they seemed to be flying just above the ground, utterly ignoring gravity.
Ryujin Jakka.
It was the name of a sword, but it was also a fitting description of the scene before her.
It was simply breathtaking.
The two of them fighting was art—violent art.
Talulah held her greatsword crosswise, wielding its weight with effortless ease. She even carried the massive blade one-handed as she moved at astonishing speed, her figure flickering as the air warped completely beneath the heat, making her look like nothing more than a blurred phantom.
On the other side, Ch'en was no less formidable.
Crimson Sakura was a nimble, graceful katana, even better suited to speed than a greatsword. Ch'en's agile figure stretched beneath the moonlight, her tail lashing furiously and striking the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. A restless growl brewed in her throat as her body became a thin, dark-red line in an instant.
The sound of collision flashed by.
Two humanoid tyrannosaurs grappled amid the flames.
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