A Parting Gift (End)
Whoosh!
Like a meteor falling from the sky, Basil brought Charles down; they were descending so fast, they split the air. Charles was even forced to protect himself with a Barrier to prevent the heat that was produced by the friction from hurting him.
The heat was, of course, his least concern. With his hands clutching on Durendal and Caliburn's blade, he was tirelessly pouring his Mana into them, so the swords didn't go any deeper than they already were.
He was also disrupting the Mana flow in the swords, so Basil couldn't burst forth the Mana in them. If he ever let the that happened, he would have to say goodbye to his life.
Spurt!
"Huh?"
When Charles saw blood pouring down Basil's hand, he was confused. When he realized where the blood came from however, he immediately laughed gleefully.