From behind his belt, he grasped the black sword hilt. A wry smile floated onto his lips, as he pulled out the hilt. As both his hands coiled around the hilt, a blade began to materialize purely out of darkness. "Now then..." he muttered.
"When was the last time that I've gone all out?"
He gripped the blade with both his hands, raising it above his head. He glared at his opponents as he slowly exhaled.
The blade was brought down in a blinding flash of darkness.
"Dark Magic: Black Tear."
The blade expelled a vertical wave of darkness, headed straight towards his opponent.
Arnhild smiled through her hood, appearing right before Nero. "Dammit," he muttered, twisting his sword, pulling it upward.
She smiled, blocking the blade with her own. Her blade of light was thinner and longer, her
