"Clang!!"
The flying energy sword slash smashed apart the mighty stream of knives, splitting it open and shooting through it to reach the assassin.
The daggers that made up the sharp stream failed to hold their own against the domineering might of the roaring sword and flew out like broken kites before raining down on the ground.
"Dang, dang, dang!"
The next moment, dull thuds were produced.
This scene flabbergasted Swift Death.
"Whoosh!"
He snapped back quickly as the flying sword could be seen cutting apart the air itself and coming down on him.
As it reached for his head, the shadow of death fell upon him, stealing the view of the surrounding from his eyes.
He gritted his teeth. 'I don't want to die. There are people waiting for me back home. If I fall here and now, how would they survive?!'
Swift Death's eyes turned red.
His teleportation wasn't working because he had fucked up his body with that last slot that was ridiculously destroyed by a slash of Roy's sword.
