Cermin immediately shook from the intimidating aura this divine beast holds. His hands felt clammy holding the Sword of Solaire.
It was not because he was afraid of the beast itself, though he was for a little bit.
He was afraid of fighting to the death in general. Because serious fighting felt hopeless. The result is always the same.
One or either sides get harmed. Someone gets hurt, no matter what.
Friendly fights like Gridiron games and that busking challenge were nothing, because the goals were not to slay someone.
In fact, most of the time both parties make the decision to not show their maximum strength. But in this case, he cannot reason with a beast....
Because that beast looked angry, baring its fangs at this stranger that suddenly appeared in front of it wearing armor and holding a sword.
But he remembered Ronin's words, and tried his best to accept that death was inevitable. It's either him or this creature.
