"Well... care for a drink?"
The answer was no.
Feeling the poison flow throughout his body, harming his soul, he knew he could keep playing around. Just how was he able to cut him? He shouldn't have had enough power to do so.
It angered him.
He wound up his fist, which made Aether desperately try and take his sword out. But he couldn't, Guliot's muscles had tightened around the blade too much. He couldn't take it out it out it time.
It was also unfortunate that the sword was tied to him by the chains, so he couldn't just leave it there and avoid the attack. He also had no idea how to unsummon the relic. Which left only one thing to do.
Aether braced himself as his body made contact him Goliot's attack, which not only sent his sword flying out of his chest, but also him. And this time, he couldn't find the ground, flying straight into the concrete wall.
