Ereg was actually able to transcend his ambition which had long held back his potential, and began to learn from his mistakes. He realized that it was impossible to let Gael gain an advantage. If he stayed under the hail of ash swords, it would be tantamount to defeat, at least in one of the many rounds of their battle.
'Fine... In a way I was lucky to see Alucard's fight, now I know exactly what to do to win!' Ereg inwardly exclaimed, finding himself facing Gael, who was clearly surprised by Ereg's actions.
The ash swords were still chasing him, but Ereg was considerably faster. His movements were ghostly, there was barely a trace of his footsteps on the ground, light and sure, carrying with them a clear threat.
Then, a shadow fell upon Gael from two pairs of claws, long and sharp, cutting through the currents of air in their path.
