Nero approached, his eyes squinting with curiosity as to what happened as he led his steps with his blade, "Enough idling. I'll finish this now," he assured.
As the paladin came within a few strides of the reincarnator, the nefarious sword of sin was lifted–
"Pull, Gluttony!"
The commanding shout incurred a new power from the sinful weapon; the air flexed, rippling as though it was an unsteady river. With a force enclosing on the pommel of the raised sword, the paladin halted his attack, attempting to jump away, though there was no such option.
"--Hm?" Nero hummed as his body was instead pulled forth.
The mouth on the blade was inhaling, forcibly flinging the proud paladin in the direction, albeit this time with little control over his own body. Nero arrived before the abyssal-armored man, who held the blade by his hip, ready to strike him down.
