Bab 90: Shush, let's talk under the blankets.

[Drop%]

Texan sobbed as he let go of Avarace, causing him to fall to the snow.

"No."

He meekly said as he looked down and stared at his red hands.

…

[Swipe!]

Ron hopped on one leg on the frost as he sliced at Sentras neck region. The outrageously tall man bent back and dodged with his hand cooly in his pocket, inducing Ron to bounce on the other foot and swipe at the intestine area of the Christmas-dressed man.

[Slice!]

The red-white clothing piece tore apart at the midpoint, and by all means, it should have smudged his entrails on the white ground. But all that was dealt was a vaguely noticeable scratch! Barely enough to even draw blood.

Ron spun around an axis as his raven black hair traversed the air with a dreadful black glare illuminating it, and his eyes filled with wrath.

He brought both blades to his side before slashing at Sentras' flanks.

[Bang!]