'Shit.'
Theron flipped through the air, protecting Ayame's body as he was sent flying. The momentum of his flight was too strong to fight against. In fact, it would have been foolish of him to even try in the first place. Doing so would have just made the impact hit him all the more.
Unfortunately, that momentum was sending him right into the embrace of Kenton.
Theron didn't seem to notice until it was far too late.
Kenton, who had already stood up to face the potential threat of Macie, couldn't believe his luck.
He unsheathed his sword, his nine white tails snaking through the skies as though each one was trying to pluck stars from the distance.
The world shook, and he suddenly slashed down.
Theron's gaze flickered and his body pirouetted through the air, dodging the descending blade by the skin of his teeth. It took off just the barest amount of a single strand of his hair, his momentum still carrying him forward.
And then his knee drove up.
