Lyra continued her barrage of vine attacks against Gideon. Yet, each vine was effortlessly sliced by Gideon's spectral blades, leaving her attempts futile. Her frustration was evident, but she persisted, hoping for a breakthrough that never came.
Gideon, his cold blue eyes gleaming with cruel amusement, halted his advance. "Is that the only move you can muster? Pathetic. Our officers could wield that Link better than you," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. He removed his black navy hat and crouched down, as if preparing to place it on the ground, all while deftly slicing through the approaching vines with casual precision.
Jack mind raced like a ship through storm, We can't be stayin' on the defensive forever. No matter what he's planned, we've got to strike. Since he's so calculative and strategy-driven, I know what we must do.
