Sparks flew as Dylan jammed his hand against the axeblade, blocking it from cutting his throat. The metal edge ground against the rocky armor exterior as the Goliath operator fought off the pressure Julius exerted. Gritting his teeth, he said "Julius, you shall regret slaying the Nexian noble youths. There's no way you can get out of this trouble with your bloodstained hands."
"It's your people who proceeded with this incursion of our territorial lands under the guise of an inquisition. Inquisition supposedly is an inquiry, but you went far beyond that by bringing your army and taunting us to battle. Is this what you want Nexians? I'm not afraid of you, and why should I be scared of your noble masters?" Julius followed through, swinging the axe and connecting a hit that left scratches on the Goliath's exterior. Pulverized particles flew off, dispersing in the air like smoke would.
