*CLANG!*
"What the-"
I smirked as I held my guard against the attack. As much as I wanted to quip something stupid to boost my own ego, I was too busy not letting the Dezimal's attack go through my katana's pitifully narrow surface area of defense. My teeth clattered as I did my damn best to not let this fvcker skewer me to death, my arms and wrists practically screaming at me to give them a break as I forced them to support the thin strip of metal preventing my untimely demise.
*SHIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!*
Metal ground against metal as sparks flew above my chest. The point of contact between the halberd and katana started to glow a dull orange as the constant pressure being applied to them only got higher and higher with each passing second. Above me, I could feel the Dezimal grunt in annoyance as he tried to put more force into his killing blow.
"Stop resisting, Dirt Eater," he glowered as I felt him exert more power into his thrust. "Make this easier for the both of us."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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