Noil gritted his teeth and flipped to the side.
The blazing blade still dug into his neck slightly before he managed to escape its clutches.
Berserker's eyes flickered dangerously, as if the momentum of his sword wasn't sliding away from the direction of the Prince, the Berserker let go of his grip and grabbed the greatsword from the opposite side.
Noticing the wicked grin on Berserker's face, the Prince immediately moved back.
"TOO LATE!!"
WHOOSH!!
The greatsword cut through the Prince's neck in a swift motion, sending its head flying away in the distance.
Berserker grinned arrogantly, "The End!"
The head turned into ambers and fell upon the floor.
Flames burst out from the Prince's neck before taking the form of his head, a mocking grin stretched across the Prince's face, "Not yet!"
