Lance's body vanished from where he stood, his speed was incredible. But speed wasn't enough to defeat Ulrich.
The snow beneath his feet exploded outward as he crossed the distance between them in a single breath. The bone blade extending from his arm carved through the blizzard with terrifying speed, yet Ulrich did not even bother to step aside.
The weapon simply passed through his neck as though it had struck nothing more than smoke before his entire body dissolved into black mist.
Lance frowned. "So that's your trick. Coward, fight me face to face!"
The mist gathered once more several meters away, slowly taking Ulrich's shape again. There wasn't the slightest change in his expression, as though being beheaded had been no more troublesome than walking through the falling snow.
"It has been more than four hundred years since we last met, Lance." Ulrich looked at him calmly. "I had hoped time would improve your judgment. It seems I expected too much."
