Stumbling as he tripped over his own feet, he was left completely to the whim of that blade that loomed over him. It was nothing short of the morning star, though it's radiance came with dread rather than hope.
Though a direct hit of the steel missed his legs, the golden air crushed down on his shins while leaving deep cuts in his flesh.
"Ngh…!"
Ren gasped in pain as his legs began to immediately bruise and swell up, turning to a shade of purple.
In such a position, he could only hold his blade in front of him as he sat on the grass, hiding behind his weapon as the king raised his own to the air once more.
"…Licht: Arrow!"
—Her words were like a blessing to his ears as the sound of the arrows formed of pure light followed her incantation.
Before the king could rain down death upon the young man, the arrows penetrated his back, giving him enough time to find himself on his feet again.
