Wolfram gave a fierce battle, even though the enemy eventually killed him off.
Ptchui!
Sounds of both enemy blades plunging through Wolfram's bones and organs echoed out.
Ugh!
Wolfram's eyes opened as though shocked. But his mouth remained gasped in a strange grin.
What the hell? Who gets happy when dying?
Wolfram spat a mouth full of blood at the injured duo.
"You deserve some accolades. So you actually dared to raise your sword at this one? Impressive... But it took 2 of you to win against me... So who is the loser now? Who is the–"
Pfff!
Wolfram spat even more blood.
Dead.
"_"
What the bloody hell was this battle?
The duo officially dubbed this fight the strangest they had ever faced.
