The Poison Water Style became something else too, as though it had been preordained, all that time ago, from the first second he picked up a sword. It was as though everything he did had purpose. Now, even his martial arts style adapted to that which was around him, to his newfound reach – and it did so easily, just as water did not need to think of how to act the second its volume grew larger.
The people buoyed Beam's might bravely. He smashed through shield after shield, with sheer brute strength, crushing many a man under the force of his blows. And then the villagers would rush after him, seizing on the tiniest of gaps, recklessly, almost stupidly… But for it, more lives than they could imagine were saved.
They built up an impossible momentum that only seemed to increase with each step that they took towards the centre, as more and more people drove themselves into the gap, wedging it apart, and dismantling the structure of the Shield Square.
