18.7 Sneak Attack

Great... So this was a grudge match?

"I can feel her presence flowing through you." What? "The legacy of the Flamme still stands behind you."

My brows furrowed at the superstitional bullshvt he was spouting at me. Why was I hearing this spiritual garbage? It sounded so damn cheesy that I felt like I was literally in an English-dubbed anime of some kind.

This was no dumb anime! Our lives were on the line here!

"Draw your sword, Sir Rouge! Let us fight like the warriors did before us!"

Doing what I was told, I felt the handle of the Feuermischung rest snugly between my grip. There was no turning back now. I had no choice but to fight this guy if we wanted to leave this arena. I was holding my father's legacy, a sword that hummed with Wesen even now despite never being used or even completed for possibly years.