Deka looked at the shattered remains of the sword. Its hilt being the only part in his hand, before shifting his gaze to his attacker. His lips curved into a faint smile as he said, "That wasn't very gentlemanly."
Lornel, however, didn't respond. His attention wasn't on Deka. Instead, his eyes were fixed on his own clenched fist, as though searching for some answer that was not coming into his mind, eluding him.
The battlefield fell into an uneasy silence, with thunder and rain being the constant noise. The four elders—Marlo, Eyrx, Vivian, and Urwa—had regrouped but remained on the sidelines. They tried their best, but weren't able to get Deka to even get serious.
Eyrx's jaw tightened, his teeth grinding audibly, frustrated and angry. Though none of them had fought at full strength and had many hidden cards in their sleeves, the conclusion was glaringly obvious: no matter how much power they deck out; they wouldn't be able to match Deka.
