He stepped forward, ignoring the attacks from the War Airship. The disintegrating metal fell upon him, only managing to push him slightly back, completely unable to cause him any harm.
Absolute power governed everything, Roger was about to reach Percival. The scorching temperature pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe, and soon she felt another wave of intense heat.
Something was coming, from the sky above, like a falling sun.
A sharp screech suddenly erupted, spreading out, instantly destroying everyone's hearing.
Percival could only see a streak of blazing white distorted into a trail of light, flashing by like thunder, exploding in front of her, separating her from Roger.
Embers floated on the sharp Nail Sword; it pierced through the layers of Armor, stabbing downward through the gaps, penetrating flesh and bone, finally emerging from Roger's back. The blood didn't even have a chance to drip before it was vaporized, the scent of blood lingering in the air.
