Angelo lifted his two blades into the air and crashed them down. Two huge lines cut through the ground before him, slicing the earth and everything in its path. Tsuchimikado leaped into the air with inhuman ability. He slipped out a small piece of paper and quickly folded it mid air. He muttered something and the paper glowed bright and took the shape of a thin Chinese double edged sword. Their swords met, crashing down onto each other. Great sparks shot in every direction as they relentlessly hit each other repeatedly. Tsuchimikado dodged and cut the air as Angelo swung both of his swords. Angelo alternated between using them as separate weapons and using both of their weight in a combined attack, making his next swing unpredictable. One sword swung at Tsuchimikado's from the right at midsection, while the other swung down at his head. Tsuchimikado dodged to the left, escaping both attacks and went in for a jab. Angelo swiped one of his swords down, shoving the jab to the left and held Tsuchimikado's at the ground, leaving a wide opening. Angelo swung at Tsuchimikado's open side with his other sword. The large sword dug into flesh and blood spurted out, but Tsuchimikado was still standing. He had blocked the attack with his bare hand, while still blocking the other sword with his other.
"Really, using your own hand to block a sword. You still did it, even with the risk of getting your hand cut off if you missed it by an inch. You truly are interesting."
Tsuchimikado spun his sword in a double circle, knocking away Angelo's sword and tried to cut off his hand with the small movement. Angelo parried with one sword and went in with the other. Tsuchimikado and Angelo parried for what seemed to be an eternity. But Angelo hasn't used any form of magic, and Tsuchimikado was suspicious about this odd battle. As their swords clashed, sparks flew in every direction, but as the fight continued, Tsuchimikado felt as if it was getting harder and harder to parry and block Angelo's attacks. Angelo made two large swings knocking back Tsuchimikado several meters. He breathed heavily as sweat drop fell from his forehead. But this shouldn't be happening, he was trained to fight in long, intense fights; he shouldn't be tired like this. What was making Angelo so much stronger? Their swords met again, Angelo slowly pushed Tsuchimikado lower and lower. Angelo smiled with confidence as he pushed farther. Tsuchimikado twisted and turned his body and escaped the lock.
"You're probably wondering why you feel so much weaker. You're not getting weaker, my swords... They get stronger as the battle drags on, making me more powerful. This will all be over soon."
He clenched his swords tightly and they flashed bright blue, he brought the two swords together and they merged together into one long slender sword. He held it ready.
Styil Magnus went around Angelo and Tsuchimikado's battle to confront the Pietro.
"PIETRO!"
The Pope turned to meet Styil, who glared at him with determined eyes. He held his staff defensively and obviously looked shaken.
"Y-y-y-you can't stop m-m-me! I-I will end this world to create a b-b-better future for tomorrow!" He shouted almost nervously.
He raised his staff and struck it into the ground where he stood. Cracks formed around the circle and a golden light blew out from them. Styil took several steps back as the earth began to tremor and the cracks began to spread to the area he was standing on. Two decorative statues in the background began to move. They both looked like knights with their arms crossed over their swords. They were massive, at least twice the height of a normal human being. The knights broke their arms away from their positions and grabbed their swords. Dust and gravel fell from their joints as they took a step off from the platforms.
"Golems..." Muttered Styil.
"YOU ARE NOT THE END OF MEEEEE!" Screamed Pietro. He turned his staff in the ground, and the fruit of life seemed to turn with it. Three large beams of light shot out from the geometric shape in the circle and flew out into the distance.
