BANG! Sparks flew!
The Flying Sword, slightly deflected by Stan Sol's arm, bounced away unexpectedly. It then resounded with a peculiar SPLUTTER! in mid-air, spun bizarrely, and smoothly soared towards the opposite mountain peak.
The Flying Sword halted in mid-air upon reaching the mountaintop. On the peak, a man in an earthy yellow robe stood with his hands clas meninas, his taut muscles threatening to burst the thin fabric of his clothing. Despite the increasingly frigid winter weather, his clothes were thin. Igor couldn't help but worry if this man, like Hustace, would be injured overnight by the cold mountain winds.
The man raised both his hands, and the other sword on his back floated into the air. He then flicked his fingers swiftly forward—and with a WHOOSH, his two Flying Swords shot towards Stan Sol again.
"Be careful!" Igor involuntarily warned those around him as he watched the Flying Swords approach. Kadi, Hustace, and Stan Sol were all people Igor cared about.
