Vadim PoV
Bulgae kept smirking, but I would wipe it away once and for all soon enough!
"Stop smiling!" I yelled, pushing past the lingering shockwaves caused by our clashing attacks.
He vanished from where he was and reappeared behind me.
"Too slow, calf," Bulgae's voice rasped right against my ear, dripping with malice. He swung his shadow coated claws but purple shadows swirled into a razor-sharp barrier between us.
Bulgae's claws screeched against the hardened violet mana, throwing off sparks of dark essence and light.
Before he could pull back, Aventine materialized right out of the purple haze. She held a version of my angel tool in its bronze form, but the tip was now jagged after I had snapped it.
Without missing a beat, Aventine drove the broken bronze tip straight into the meat of his shoulder.
Bulgae snarled as the jagged metal bit into his skin. He smirked at her. "If you had wielded that scythe earlier, maybe my core would've broken."
