The clang of metal reverberated sharply, piercing the eardrums. As sparks flew, Reed's scepter revealed a slight flaw, and a curved blade, slender as snow, seized the opportunity, striking at his chest like a venomous snake baring its fangs.
Yet, as joy flashed across the Sky Pirate Leader's face, he was shocked to see the Big Catfolk neither dodging nor evading, but confronting the blade head-on. The blade pierced the latter's chest armor, slicing through like paper, and rose-colored blood streamed forth, conspicuous in the cold night.
Then, a giant claw reached out from the side, grasping the blade firmly. Only then did the Sky Pirate Leader realize something was amiss, pulling hard, the blade emitting a grating sound like it was stuck on bone. He looked up, feeling his scalp tingle with fear, only to see the Big Catfolk's face remained utterly unmoved, as if he was holding not a sharp blade, but a roll of scrap metal.
