Ancestor's swordsmanship was exceptionally refined, as entertaining to watch as Zorro's. His moves were elegant yet powerful; when he pressed the attack, he was like a raging storm, the silver gleam of his blade weaving into a pale yellow net beneath the kerosene lamps.
That young man, on the other hand, looked as though he had never received any professional combat training. His swordsmanship was full of openings, yet he somehow always managed to dodge the attacks and launch counterattacks that Edmund had no choice but to defend against.
Most importantly, he kept making all kinds of strange laughs while fencing, from giggles and chuckles to eerie cackles. Paired with his excited, twisted expression, it sent chills down one's spine.
For the moment, the two were evenly matched, and it was impossible to say who would ultimately win. Their exquisite weapons clashed again and again, constantly spraying sparks, while the two men maneuvered across the construction site's scaffolding, each making use of the terrain.
However, the trio in the distance felt no tension at all, because they came from the future and knew the outcome of this duel: Ancestor defeated his opponent.
Incidentally, Edmund lived a long life, but his grandson was the shortest-lived member of the Wayne Family—Batwoman's grandfather, who was assassinated by the Court of Owls in his thirties.
The construction site rang with the clanging of "metalwork," but Batwoman had no intention of watching any longer. Her gaze shifted toward the massive drill and the Abyss beneath it.
She intended to take advantage of Ancestor and his enemy being occupied with their fight to have the three of them sneak into the Abyss, retrieve the item she had planned for, and leave immediately.
This was the best way to avoid affecting the Timeline. Although seeing one's family