Second Plan

However, this arrow swirling of black and white seemed to be on a completely different level entirely.

'I may be the weakest here.' Fourteen thought calmly. 'But do not underestimate a numbered warrior!'

As if responding to Fourteen's thoughts, Dyon only smiled. 'I never did.'

The dark ocean lit up once more. Arcs of blue lightning surging forward. Fourteen didn't need to think very long to realize that this wasn't a fake strike like before… This was the real deal! Dyon had saved it just for this moment!

A bitter smile coated Fourteen's features. He lived in silence, so many it was fitting that he died in silence as well.

The arrow of black and white pierced into his back the moment the arc of blue lightning stalled his movements. If he erupted with his full strength, he was certain that he could force himself to move, but it was already too late.