CRACK—!!
Silvara's sword snapped in the middle.
The break was clean. Rough.
Lucas's Hoe was still in heavy mode, its momentum not fully spent.
"—Shit—" Lucas's breath caught.
Silvara's face nearly crashed straight into the Hoe's blade.
But her reflexes moved faster than thought.
"Tch… Kid."
A single word.
The air trembled.
In an instant, a massive claymore appeared in her grasp.
CLANG—!!
The claymore caught the Hoe right in front of her face.
At the same time—
whoosh—!
Compressed air exploded from the point of impact.
Lucas didn't have time to react.
"—Guh—!"
His body was flung backward, his feet lifting off the ground. He slammed into the earth and rolled—once, twice, three times—before finally stopping several meters away.
Dust billowed into the air.
Lucas coughed lightly, lying on his back, his chest rising and falling hard.
"…damn," he muttered.
Lucas rolled once more, then pushed himself up to one knee and stood.
