The flame that had Fritz's sword blazing was still scorchingly burning through the air. Those floating debris and specks of dust flew over him when the kid was crushingly slammed on the ground.
"Oh, look at my Caucasian Eagle! It's all feathers!"
It will not be random if Skill Generator spouts the same skills he had used earlier. Fritz, even though he landed no hit on the Dark Magician, fulfilled his real purpose of coming after the man.
"Thanks to you, Fritz! Let me do my thing, now that you've half-assed yours!"
The only way for light to win against darkness is to make itself brighter and ignite its enemy's shadows with its blinding radiance. Our hero boy, in his position, whizzed through the lashing tornado. The Holy Sword's gloriousness put a stop to the whirlwind's perniciousness. Newt's light magic plus his time magic gave him all the strength he needed in landing a hit on the Dark Magician's... barrier.
"Of course, it wouldn't be that easy!"
