"What kind of skill was that?" Pius questioned as he landed on the ground, his eyes on Augustus with an icy gleam, observing the young prince, "How did you pull it off easily?"
Augustus raised a brow as he circled his left feet back, digging his ankle of his left and the feet of his right leg into the earth, his pupils narrowed to needlepoint, "Sister, please."
He dashed forward, leaving behind an afterimage as he appeared right beside Pius, his blade spun in a 360 degree curve, slashing through the giant's armour— splitting through.
Blood rained on the ground as Pius' upper body was separated from his lower half, and shock descended upon the entire force, leaving them to stare. No one dared stepping forth.
"It was merely the reaction of using the power I honed over the centuries." Augustus's eyes gleamed as Pius fell to the ground, "The more I use it, the stronger I become with it."
