Immediately after dropping his statement, Gerald's figure zipped through the air.
Fwoosh!
Delivering an abrupt heavy punch, sending Gary flying.
Skidding backward uncontrollably, Gary had to plant his sword into the ground in order to stop the momentum, or he might just fall off the platform and lose the match.
The disdain that was once present in Gary's eyes had vanished, as he gazed downwards examining his breastplate which had been deformed on impact.
His eyes flickered cautiously, that punch wasn't something any ordinary class A member could deliver, he had to take his opponent seriously.
Pulling his broadsword from the ground, he held onto it firmly, and in a blink, his figure whisked through the air as he leaped towards Gerald…
The abominable blood crystalic figure cackled as an excited voice rang out from within "That's more like it".
Its blood mass blurred as it moved to engage Gary…
Boom! Bang! Boom!
