๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐: ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
Bovian's eyes began to give red sizzling fumes Chase was all too farmiliar with, something deep down in his gut warned him, this was no longer an unserious battle. At this point it was life and death for him.
'Damn this shit, I can't seem to get my hands to move to the hilt of my sword!'
For what he planned to do his brain was still stunned by the last attack from Bovian, he needed time to recover. And that was what he lacked at this prior time.
"Technique 4! Air flow!" Tyler sprang towards them propelling his sword with gusts of wind fluttering around it. With a great force he plummeted it down on Bovian's hands cutting through them with ease.