"A perfect opportunity!"
Viscount Grant, who had been suppressing the crocodragon from mid-air, had this thought flash through his mind. He gripped his sword with both hands as vast amounts of steam surged from the openings of his Aether Arms Armor, and his Furnace Core on his back pressurized and hummed deeply.
As tremendous steam gathered, a white high-pressure water blade formed on the Crystal Sword, stretching several meters and vibrating rapidly.
With a screeching tear through the air, the viscount swung his sword, and the water blade shot straight towards the crocodragon's other flank—slicing through the rain curtain so quickly that all the floating debris and wood fragments between them shattered at its passing.
