Had this brute who knew nothing but fighting finally exposed just how empty his head was?
The Wanderer dodged an incoming arrow with a quick sidestep. Hovering in the air, he unleashed his most merciless taunts on his former colleague below.
"Is that all you can manage? Just as I thought, you have absolutely no idea of your own limitations!"
"Tch, goading me won't work, kid. Rather than wasting time running your mouth, why not fight me head-on? Always hiding up there-don't tell me you're scared?"
Tartaglia never stopped moving his hands. Arrow after arrow streaked toward the Wanderer, trailing blue light, as though he never tired.
The Wanderer kept dodging, striking back whenever he spotted an opening. In a short span, the two exchanged hundreds of blows.
But the Wanderer's Aerial Control would eventually run out, and Tartaglia's patience had its limits, too.
So, after another long-range exchange, Tartaglia caught the instant the Wanderer descended. He transformed his bow into twin blades and rushed forward.
"Surging Like a Raging Tide!"
He had thought closing in this time would wipe that arrogant look off the kid's face. To Tartaglia's surprise, though the Wanderer looked somewhat ungainly as he dodged, he showed no sign of panic.
After flinging out several Wind Blades in quick succession, the Wanderer flew up again. The sight of him looking down from above made Tartaglia grind his teeth.
Alongside his anger, Tartaglia couldn't help feeling puzzled. Throughout their fight, a subtle feeling had lingered in his mind.
Even when he launched surprise attacks meant to catch his opponent off guard, the Wanderer's defenses always seemed prepared, as though he had already seen through every one of Tartaglia's moves.
Still, despite his suspicions, Tartaglia had fought countless battles and possessed at least that much composure.
He remembered