"Stone Disk Catapult Fist!"
Like a bird of prey, Xiu Te lunged forward, his fist tracing a semi-circle in the air before crashing fiercely towards Lance's chest. However, Lance reacted swiftly, retrieving his sword to block in front of his chest. Clang!
A silhouette gracefully soared up and backward midair.
"Done probing? Then I'll get serious..."
Lance's toes lightly touched the ground surface, his body leaning forward, as straight as a sword. The wrist holding the Swift Sword slightly rotated, and the sword point bloomed a gorgeous spin in the air.
"Ghoul Screech!"
The right hand blurring, his sword tore the air apart. Around him echoed a rushed sound of air breaking, akin to the sound of glider planes sweeping across the sky, or perhaps, human screams.
