At some point in the fight, the spectators had come to resent the two monsters that had fiercely clashed in the fight.
It couldn't be helped.
Try as they might, they were unable to look away.
Try as they might, they were unable to take their eyes off what ensued.
Try as they might, they could not bring themselves to be anything more than invisible spectators.
It was a prison.
'Free us...!'
It seemed their prayers had been heeded.
Squire Falken had begun gaining an edge even as Squire Ieyasu unleashed the might of a thousand Martial Art.
One by one, he overcame all of them.
Each time he did, he had gained a small edge on Ieyasu.
Each time he did, he had come one step closer to winning the fight.
And soon enough, the decisive moment arrived.
Not a single person had moved.
Not a single person had so much as twitched.
They couldn't so much as blink or breathe.
