Amunet cut in front of Grey, her rapier shooting forward in streaking shadows.
The blood that covered Esmeralda formed a hard shell, the echoes of metal clashing against metal resounding as the windows of the cabin shattered, being sucked out as though under negative pressure.
Grey landed on his feet, his arm pulling on a rip cord and yanking to the side. Sparks flew as arcs of electricity raged through his body.
There was no time to pussyfoot around this. He was going to go all out from the very start.
Including activating his Frame to its greatest extent.
"Just give me one opening!" Grey shouted at Amunet.
The Egyptian beauty didn't reply, but Grey knew she had heard him. She might not remember all the loops, but Grey did. He was sure she was someone with backbone. She wouldn't be running.
If they were going to cut down this witch, they were going to do it together. And they would do it quickly.
