Kritos sensed the danger.
Like last time, his chances of completely dodging this attack were close to zero.
Although Ygros Slash required a non-negligible preparation time, once unleashed, its speed and cutting power bordered on the absurd.
("This mist is disrupting my senses. I'm having great difficulty perceiving ether fluctuations. This can only be the work of the material composing it… it feels like a mixture, but I can't tell of what exactly.")
Under different circumstances, Kritos might have been excited by the research possibilities this presented.
But here, his mind was analyzing faster than his body could react.
The fraction of a second between the moment Sirius launched his attack and the moment Kritos was struck was short.
Very short.
Yet, it was enough to attempt a gamble.
A gamble just as insane as Sirius's.
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The cut was clean, but executed with surgical precision.
It sliced through muscle and bone like a knife through butter.
