It was different from the ones he has been shooting, the golden arrow stabbed right into the shoulder of the hand that was almost grabbing his face, causing me to immediately lost control over my hand, and it fell downwards.
My sword grazed his shirt as he jumped back quickly to avoid the sword.
"Hey Leighton, he's not your average swordsman, stop playing around now." The black-haired guy said, touching his shoulders.
My eyes widened, 'He should be pretty much all wounded up with internal injuries, yet he seems fine.'
"Hmm..." The white-haired guy nodded and the air around him suddenly changed, even his gaze.
"Galahad..." he muttered.
"Fusion Mode"
~WHAM!~
There was at that moment a massive outburst of white-coloured ether, that rose around him, fluttering his hair and clothes and dispersing everything around him.
