The Ultimate Skill: Sierra's Last Stand

~PUNCH~

"-49372!" another [Servant of Sierra] vanished.

"Haha~ you try to act as if you're righteous," Sierra's smile did falter for a second, but she kept her composure as she summoned back her bow in hand, it was floating right behind her.

~PUNCH, PUNCH~

"-51938! -50281!"

"You think you're some hero of justice, don't you?" she continued.

~PUNCH, PUNCH~

"And yet… I can see in your expression that you never cared to begin with!" she pointed her bow at him, "Now all I need is for you to get hit once, then it's game over!"

~PUNCH~

Stark punched the final [Servant of Sierra], making it vanish into thin air as it could finally rest, then he looked up at Sierra, a vortex of aura in his eyes.

"Stop talking so much, my god," he groaned as he kept walking toward the archer.

'Clone Frenzy,' he summoned his clone beside it, and it began to walk beside its owner, the same expression on its face.