A few seconds ago, the Silver Gargoyle had been staring intently at Adam, hoping that the lesser gargoyles would be able to wound him, capture him, or at least slow him down. In that case, his defeat would have been a foregone conclusion.
However, now, they were both looking not at each other, but at the short, one-handed handle in the floating rock. The energy from the Imaginary Cut still lingered as the rock slowly drifted away.
What should you do when the only way your enemy could defeat you was with a specific weapon?
Well, it was quite simple. You had to do everything to prevent your enemy from getting that weapon. To do this, you had to kill the enemy either, destroy the weapon, or... take the weapon for yourself, which was the easiest and quickest solution.
The Silver Gargoyle understood this well as its eyes paused on Adam for a moment before fixing on the handle.
