Chapter Cornelia: Crescent Sun

Stalwart Garland - Zephyr Settles Amidst Twilight's Battles

Gripping his new weapon in a backhand, the young man stood firmly as he challenges the knight in silver armour for another round of combat.

Though the only thing the wee lad has now is his newly activated dagger, the ambience bursting around him grew way stronger and more profound than before. Sensing this, the Edfaustian hero couldn't bear to help himself be wary of any movement this boy commits so.

Whilst the dominating Myrmidon remains analysing and predicting the young one's next course of action, the boy placed his right foot forward. He bowed his head and body very slowly while moving his backhand-held weapon in front of his face. His right leg leaning farther than any of his body, he stomped with it and...

...flashed in front of the Myrmidon, his eyes flaming in emerald and his dagger pulsating with the blessings of the wind.

Much to his shock, the False Stalwart couldn't endure but arrange the Castle Titan in front of him. Within a split second, the flickering boy shifted the way he wields his weapon, from a backhand grip into a handshake grip and within the span of two seconds, he swung his enigmatic dagger and lashed out about approximately sixteen slashes in total. Indeed, sixteen slashes in about twice a second...

As soon as his sixteenth stroke landed, the tenth Myrmidon readies his blade for a counterattack. Yet before he could land it on the boy, the youth shifted from a handshake grip into a backhand, twice as fast as his previous weapon shift. Noticing this in a flash, the lone fighter retreated from the boy, still guarding himself with his shield.

To his surprise yet again, the ever so nimble kid propelled himself with a quick dash and followed suit.

Teleporting in front of the Myrmidon, he steels his resolve once more as he unleashes roughly twenty-one slashes within a second and a half, paving more slashes in a lesser time than his preceding assault.

"Yoooooo! You guys seeing this!?" meanwhile, the ever so pain-in-the-ears host up there who spent the whole time babbling things we could all see began opening his mouth once again. "The rascal just got his arm broke and now he's blitzing like thunder like it's no one's beeswax!"

"Bro, that's so unnatural and inhuman!"

"My bet money's looking bad all of a sudden..."

"What's next, he gonna sprout wings and hurl down a supernova at us?"

After his series of slashes ended, the Myrmidon kept retreating, all while crafting a strategy on how to approach the kid.

While running away at a speed of roughly twenty meters per second, the awakened boy, for the third time, flashed towards him, his eyes still shining with the radiance of lime green.