The blade never reached me.
Steel screamed.
Michael.
His sword locked against Leonhart's, the impact cracking the ground beneath us. For a split second, it held.
Then Leonhart's expression twisted.
"Interference," he growled.
One swing.
That was all it took.
Michael's guard shattered like it was made of glass. The force slammed into him, sending him flying, armor denting mid-air before he crashed hard into the marble, skidding like he weighed nothing.
Right. So that bought me… half a second.
Leonhart didn't even look back.
He stepped forward again.
Still coming for me.
A second clash....
Gabriel.
His spear braced against the descending blade, teeth gritted, wings flaring wide as he tried to hold the line.
Tried.
Leonhart didn't even slow down.
The pressure alone forced Gabriel back, boots dragging, then...
Gone.
Thrown aside like excess weight.
"Are you all finished?" Leonhart muttered, already moving again.
I hate him.
