"...This time I will cut through the middle of your forehead... try stopping me." Robin spoke weakly, his voice calm and slow despite the madness surrounding them, as though he were discussing something trivial rather than threatening the life of a being capable of destroying universes.
"Wha--?!"
The dark-skinned executioner tried speaking through her damaged throat. Robin's words were unbearably humiliating and heavy upon her pride!
Then—
Doooom
The Scale tilted once again, and one of the crystals Robin had been tossing into the air vanished.
Robin, whose power had fully recovered once more, pointed toward her and repeated his words while glowing inscriptions spread wildly across his body like burning veins:
But he stopped midway through the technique.
The target was no longer before his eyes.
Woosh
