"You...! How did you...?! I AM A HERO!"
Cherro swayed on his feet, regaining his balance but losing his composure before launching himself at Zoemi's beastly form.
"A fluke! THAT TIME MUST HAVE BEEN A FLUKE! I AM BETTER THAN YOU!"
Cherro roared, swinging the overpowered blade wildly as if it was a broom and he was swatting at some bug.
No technique, no style whatsoever, the drop in his skill was staggering.
"..."
Because of that, each and every strike was parried with minimal movement of the beast whose shape did not suggest either the composure or technique it displayed.
"SCREW THIS! DIE! DIE! JUST DIE! YOU...! YOU MONSTER...!"
The more Cherro was swinging the blade around and the more he could not land a proper hit, the more desperate he was becoming.
By the end of another failed combo, his voice started cracking and a glimpse of Cherro's real feelings was revealed.
Fear.
Cherro was scared out of his mind.
