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as described there stood 𝚉𝙾𝙳𝙳 ゾッド whom moved through the press of soldiers like an incarnate of calamity, he had in the eyes of those
fear strucken became like a towering
fulcrum of ruin that sprung about .
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ㅤ
Intrusion 'pon this land will not be taken lightly, nor would the mindless slaughter of his soldiers; nonetheless... they died as they should, warriors. At least they died honorably. The Young Lion will take it from here.
〝 I see, it is thou mine soldiers told me of. 〞
ㅤ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
as the battle continued, he did not
relinquish the initiative, since each
recovery bled into another advance,
keeping the 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 on the
back end of the flurry of atta͟c͟k͟s͟ .
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
𝓿isualzing the swordsman’s attack
patterns due to his counternance ;
the hubristic apostle grinned with
the plentiful taste of battle reigning
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
within the battlefield’s atmos͟p͟h͟e͟r͟e͟ ,
which only excited him more.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
“ 𝐙𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀 .ᐟ.ᐟ ” his very voice
reverberated throughout the field
set for their battle as he lunges
toward the swordsmen, quickly
overwhelming him with his 𝓶ᵒⁿˢᵗʳᵒᵘˢ
strength .
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
“ SO LET'S GIVE THIS FIGHT OUR
BEST EFFORT ——— 力強 𝐆𝐔𝐓𝐒.ᐟ ”
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊, SHING ; without much of
a response, zodd unleashed his
imposing strength, sending guts
on the backend.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
the hubris of his everlasting lust
for battle empowered each and
every thrust of his blade , which
danced in tandum with the dark
𝓼wordsmans ——— “ MY HUNGER
FOR BATTLE LED ME HERE!
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
standing before the 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞
𝗦𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗡 ◜ 黒い剣士 ◞ while
both breath &͟ moment merged,
the apos̲t̲l̲e̲s̲ thirst for battle
heightened tenfold by his visage.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
“ 𝗚𝗨𝗧𝗦 . . . ”
ㅤ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
“ hmph . . . not a single 𝓯𝗈𝖾 worthy
enough to clench blades with me.
such a pitiful sight, indeed . ”
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
perched upon horseback, 𝒛odd 𝓰azed —— at the corpses that laid
within his wake.
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