Gin dashed through the air. His scythe twisted in his hands as he parried strike after strike from Theron.
He could tell by this point.
His old friend had stopped holding back.
This was no longer a spar, no longer a conversation between two people.
This was a fight to the death.
Even so... he found it hard to accept.
How many years had they spent side by side? How many memories had they shared with one another?
How many drinks, how many woes. Going their separate ways was one thing.
But to end the life of a brother?
Gin found it difficult to do so.
But his hesitation meant little in front of Theron.
Flicking his wrist, Oblivion wrapped around his blade for a split instant as Gin quickly fell back and prepared to parry.
But it was in fact a feint as the Slayer burst forth with blistering speed and appeared behind the Lord of Death.
*CLANG!!!
Their blades clashed and Gin parried without even looking around.
