As his blade stuck fast and withdrew, trailing sizzling arcs of volcanic blood. Arthur had the same look as the titan in front of him at the time. He was—afraid.
Leaping back with utmost haste, ores and granite fortified the sentinel's arms, immediately bolstered its defenses. The sentinel was not one to backdown in a fight. It drew strength from the earth, temporarily sealing the laceration within its chest with surrounding minerals, covering the radiant core within.
Arthur didn't dawdle and let the sentinel rest. He pressed forward with a flash of steel. Flourishing his blade, the left one sliced open the seams while his right one made them into deeper ravines. Chunks of boulders and debris fell from the titan's arm.
'Those swords. I need to get them out of the way.'
