Casteel and Wenrii hardly had the chance to register the carnage before them when Sylas' slaughter began. However, their reactions were far less dull than Udone's had been. There was no time for rage or anger. Only action.
BANG!
The two shot forward together.
Sylas' gaze flickered for a moment, thinking of cancelling their Rune Armor summoning. But an instant after, the writhing of the shades of emerald in his eyes calmed. He was actually quite curious…
What level were the best F-tiers at?
Their speed of drawing their Rune Armors was far faster than Tiere's had been. The latter could only manage to form the helmet quickly enough to be used in battle. But by the time Casteel and Wenrii had closed in the distance, the former pulling out his two-man saw blade, and the latter pulling out what looked like a blunt great sword carved of ancient stone, they had formed.
