Bang! Bang! Bang!!!!!!
Scott slammed heavily into the ground, bounced up from the force of the impact, and crashed down again!
Only after those two successive impacts did Scott slowly rise from the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His weapon arm hung limp, swaying in the wind, yet he still held his weapon in a tight grip.
With his uninjured left hand, he shoved hard against his right arm. Crack! His dislocated arm snapped back into place.
The pain did not frighten him. Instead, excitement surfaced, twisting his face into a particularly vicious expression. Fixing his gaze on Rex, he gripped his weapon and charged again.
"Rex, you haven't disappointed me! Only someone like you is worthy of being my opponent!" Scott roared. An uncanny transformation began to spread over his body. As he ran, his modified flesh became more demonic with every step, until he looked like a demon incarnate.
Danger. With his keen senses, Rex immediately realized that he should not meet this attack head-on. A light push of his foot carried him five meters through the air. A pillar of ice instantly began forming where he had stood. In less than a second, it shot upward, reaching an impressive height of five meters. He looked up at Scott, studying this fully demonized enemy, then parted his lips and said disdainfully, "You overestimate yourself!"
The body beneath his golden armor tensed, every muscle bulging. One Eternal Flame on the Ashbringer began spinning rapidly in place, and he swung the sword at Scott.
This strike was neither a cleave, a slash, nor a thrust. It was a swat.
It was like waving a fan-no, a slap was a better description. The Ashbringer swept forward swiftly, yet made no sound at all. This defied the laws