With an unmatched momentum, the blade descended, slicing through the air and manifesting a blood-red arc that seemed poised to cleave the very sky. The overwhelming stench of blood and the searing heat bore down upon Enzo, leaving him with no avenue of escape.
"Tell me, what will you use to counter this strike?"
Lovins burst into hearty laughter, envisioning Enzo, grievously wounded, collapsing before him in a plea for mercy.
Yet, to the astonishment of all, an extraordinary event unfolded.
Blood-red armor rapidly materialized around Enzo's form, enveloped by swirling mists of silver lightning and emerald hues. He merely extended his hand and grasped the descending blade's arc.
The crimson light seared through Enzo's palm.
Yet that was all it managed to achieve. Thereafter, it could penetrate no further.
