The enemy's first division's remaining members had erected powerful shields in front of them in time, knowing the perfect timing of the explosion. The enemy leader spoke with a trace of respect apparent in his voice, "Heinz Gil, despite coming from a commoner's background, your strength and capabilities are truly worthy of respect. The very fact that you are still standing despite taking the brunt of the explosion itself is the proof of it."
He stepped forward and so did his division members, and said to Heinz with a tone of finality, "But it's our win in the end."
The enemy warlord held his sword upward ready to deliver the final strike, as he swung the sword downwards with full power, but Heinz simply grabbed it with his bare hand, blood dripped from it, but his grip did not loosen, his countenance turned chillingly serious, his bloodlust spread around them, even thicker than before.
