"Mortal Style, Nachbilder!" Ambrose zoomed forth, using his dizzying footwork that made him look like he had just multiplied by a twelvefold!
As he neared the towering figure of Reinhardt, he suddenly came to a stop, and all his afterimages slowly faded away.
He suddenly put his sword into a thrusting stance and pulled his arm and shoulder back before lunging forward.
"Mortal Style, Kanone!"
Like a cannonball, the sword pierced through the air, approaching the close-eyed man with incredible speed and force.
Reinhardt swung the scabbard in front of his body and then collided it with the black blade. The sparks flew slightly, but the tip of the scabbard was blocking the black blade effortlessly!
"?!" Ambrose's widened slightly as his powerful attack was blocked so casually.
"Whoo." Reinhardt exhaled and took a step forward, sending the black blade away from him.
