Episode 25: Steel and Its Howls

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Klank!

Klank!

Sparks flying.

Klank!

Klank!

Klank!

Metal howling.

KLANK!

Convictions tested.

The duo bounced around the cathedral, smashing furnishings left and right as they bashed their blades against one another. From either side, composure met perfection, their focus inhumanly unwavering.

When the distance between them widened, Pluto swung her katana.

"Book of Vonoa: Second Chapter—Crescent Purge!"

Viciously, a crescent wave of particles burst from the steel, ripping through the ground as it barreled towards her foe. Beside it, the crow-like entities vibrated with hunger.

But the swordswoman wasn't finished, and she carefully observed her attack.

Five feet . . .

Four feet . . .

Three . . .

Proximity breached, urging her to lay her second fang.

"Book of Vonoa: First Chapter—Raven Blade!"

More swift than sound, Pluto boosted to Aresi, her sword thirsty for scarlet.

The gentleman stayed calm. Paid attention to every detail.

He readied his rapier.

"Ichimonji."

Whoosh!

KLANK!

A single slash and all traces of Pluto's technique vanished, followed exceptionally by Aresi's sword deflecting her own.

The swordswoman grimaced, fighting off what felt like the weight of a collapsing fortress.

Opportunity.

Finding the hole in her form, Aresi thrust his blade, where the tip sank smoothly into Pluto's shoulder.

She winced, the red already trickling out, and dashed back.

"Quite respectable, Miss Pluto," Aresi praised. "While not perfect, both your form and technique are beyond impeccable. Whoever taught you must've been truly splendid."

"I don't need your sweet nothings," Pluto spat.

"I offer only my utmost sincerity. As a fellow swordsman, it warms my heart to see how much you've dedicated yourself to the craft. I must wonder, however, why your strikes seem so light."

The swordswoman glowered. "Come again?"

"The knowledge is there," Aresi noted, "but the willingness to execute falls short. Please, allow me to demonstrate."

His speed superb, the gentleman bolted to Pluto, and when he reached, he delivered his slashes, his free hand held behind his back.

KLANK!

KLANK!

"Notice the power."

KLANK!

KLANK!

"The hunger for each strike to decimate."

Pluto's form gradually crumbled beneath the hits more hefty than Moreida.

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