After an action-packed three days that culminated in a Battle-Royale which gave Elliot ridiculously awesome rewards, things finally slowed down a little for him, giving him some much needed down time to consolidate his gains, to stabilize his foundations and to… get scolded by a sword.
"You're abysmally bad with the sword." Gilgamar remarked in an uncharacteristically grave sword voice. In human expression, it was equivalent to "WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN FREAKING BAD WITH THE SWORD?? JACKSNOT JIBBERS! JACKSNOT JIBBERS ON A BIG STICK!!"
But of course, Elliot either remained blissfully oblivious to the actual meaning of Gilgamar's words, or he wisely chose to completely ignore it.
"Aw, come on. I can't be that bad. How many movements did you say this sword technique had? I've already mastered three! I'm pretty good!" Elliot defended himself.
