Zeke
The swords slammed against the invincible wings and bounced off, breaking. Only one was shred in its entirely as if it were made of mud. A chance out of six.
More importantly...
Is that... a drill?"Hrm!" Their stare intensified, and Zeke's features darkened. She was strong, absurdly so. Zeke... had to respond to that strength...
with everything at one's disposal. As muscles tightened, Zeke saw and felt everything they felt. His jewels were being butchered by the seraph; it'd be less than a second to stop her. But if he
awakened everyone in this district with his scream, he could have an army at his side. It was the rational thing to do. Thus, Zeke took a deep breath, and -
Lola
Lola looked at what could only be called zombies. "Can you start by ceasing with that? What we need to empower is the dead, not the corpses of the fallen. We are going to rebuild our way."
Doubt. Hesitation. For a moment, it was enough to stop Zeke.
"Heh."
Dying screams couldn't even be rung. The numbers Ivanna shred to nothing soon reached double digits, with no time left. As she slammed down on him, he was also ripped into shreds of mud like all the rest. And yet he smiled peacefully.
"I've observed it."
A voice rang to Ivanna’s left, but it was already too late. Zeke’s fist clenched against a rotating wing. It was the moment she shot past him, even if his forearm had to dress with a dozen cuts. Avoiding her wasn’t enough, he had to set up fakes to distract her and dodge in the nick of time. Even the fakes he swapped with. All of this, for a single moment.
A chance out of six billion.
He stopped her deadly technique – and swung her with everything he had straight into Nanako’s foot.
"We have no interest in the current you, caged songbird.”
This emotion was impossible. Zeke was an irreverent, cavalier beast. It enjoyed slaughtering and being slaughtered. It'd gladly throw anything into the abyss if it meant being closer to its dream. So this expression made no sense on such a monster. But it couldn't be denied.
Anger.