Vale slid off his gauntlets and stored them in [Nexus of Beginnings]. He needed something blunt.
Sadly, he possessed no such weapon, so he opted to turn his right arm into a cudgel and blanket it in Aether.
'This is gonna hurt…'
But waiting any longer wasn't going to get them anywhere.
It was time for Salome and Vale to bash this cretin's skull in!
Well, bash his armor in… at the joints.
Vale, at the far end of the octagon where the man was, stood and faced him.
Salome, who'd led him there, had just flipped and shot herself next to him.
Vale began walking directly at the man.
"We can take turns distracting him."
"Vale, let me—"
"We take turns."
Salome sighed.
"Understood…"
Then, she walked off to the left, crystal arm mallet in her left, only hand.
'Well, well…'
Vale didn't think today he and the Bloomed Prime would be menacingly walking toward each other from either side of a prismatic octagon in a pocket dimension, but here he was!
