[Sword Style: Jumping Wave!]
Thunk—
Agility against agility, the outcome was determined in an instant!
In the green sea, a massive hole had been torn, and the golden sunset cast its still intense light between the two people standing back to back.
In the boundary of light and shadow, Billiver, having transformed into a large feline, lay on the ground. His neck, still made of flesh and blood, was half-severed by Aiven's swift sword.
Meanwhile, Aiven had been pierced through the right chest by Billiver's left claw, launched like a cannonball, with the sharp claw exiting his back.
Drip... drip...
Bluish blood dripped onto the ground, accumulating into a small puddle before the powerful self-healing ability of a Peak Knight could take effect.
The white mask on his face had also been hit by another claw, sending it flying. Three long scratches appeared on an otherwise ordinary young face underneath.
Clearly, the face under the mask wasn't Aiven's own.
