With yet another swish of the air.
As he danced with his blade, his hair strands fluttered alongside his face.
Who knows how long it had been since he'd engaged in combat with the foreign figure in front of him, and 18061819 (Six) didn't waste any time.
His eyesight catches those red tentacles moving back to the figure's side like an obedient pet as he takes a step back as he flew over the other side.
"Hehe. I had no idea humans were so powerful." The other spoken, a cheerful tone coming from white lips, is nothing as he remembers. Furthermore, those invaders from his time rarely spoke as they were quite too busy killing humans to speak.
Something isn't right here.
His eyes can't help but darken when he thinks of something, even if it's just his unexpected conclusion.
He wasn't g
