Amidst the chaotic clash, the nefarious smoke dispersed as Briggs revealed himself to be still standing, though his muscle-clad body was covered in small wounds as he huffed.
"Impressive," The Dread complimented him.
"Save it," Briggs responded.
Just as the Dread raised his hand to go for another attack, having a clear shot on Briggs, who was clearly left exhausted after enduring the enormous swarm of darkness, 'something' made the Dread pause as he looked to the side sharply.
–However, what set the Dread's instincts off came from the other side: Scarlet reappeared, taking the Dread's left by surprise as he used his crimson greatsword.
"Hyraaaah…!" Scarlet roared out.
In a vicious slash, the man sliced the right hand of the Dread straight off of its wrist, halting any attack.
There was no agony present on the Dread's expression as the concept of pain was foreign to the entity, however, a look of complete shock took over from the unexpected attack.
"Nraaaah!"
