"You again…" Aito replied, his expression somber as every neuron in his brain worked at full speed to find a way out of this situation. For now, he wanted to use Sam's weakness, the one that gave him the nickname Talkative Baldy.
"Yes! Me, ahahaha! You thought we'd be done after our first encounter, black challenger?" Sam asked, peering into Aito's eyes barely visible behind the visor. "Thanks to you, the sect master told me something he had never said to me before! He said that he was 'disappointed' you hear me!? Fucking 'disappointed'! And that was all your fault!"
Sam lifted his heavy double-handed sword and prepared another powerful strike.
"After that, I swore on sect master's name and myself to fucking kill you!" Sam said, bringing down his weapon in a downward slash, purposely aiming at Aito's shield.
BAM!
