One sentinel acted as a tank while the other leisurely prepped and shot forward with its spear at the best possible openings. Though, the image of a 20-meter-tall sentinel using a 3-meter-tall shield was a bit odd. Unfortunately, unlike his other spirit weapons, Dyon couldn't afford the drop in ability that would result from blowing up the size of the shield.
Injuries began to accumulate along Eleven's sturdy black body and chips began to crack along her long, knife-like claws.
'Not only do their techniques seem to change endlessly, but even the abilities of their weapons do!' The gritting of Nine's teeth seemed almost louder than the clashes of the battle. She had never witnessed such a thing in her life.
