Vanguard
So fast- He barely had the time to think as his body was assaulted from all angles, nearly simultaneously. It was relentless. It was endless. It was...
Truly laughable. The fact that cretin thought this victory yielded any worth, the fact the fool assumed this was anything worth boasting, the fact he was being thrown around by a mere child. It was like a joke, so laughable it became infuriating. Yes, he had felt such anger once.
Blows after blows battered mercilessly upon his metal shell, just like rainfall. Were they so fast they would overwhelm him, so strong they would destroy Vanguard? Was this an ability reaching that of a god?
Nay, these strikes were nothing, nothing but a child flaying around compared to the terror of the gods. Earth shattering sounds like a machine gun tore through the halls of the castle as he barely could manage a defensive stance. Too fast, too vast, too overwhelming, but still not even close. It was all too fast, he could not even realize his body was being torn apart. But it was useless, he could predict his next move and react accordingly. The strike wouldn't come from the back, but-
Suddenly, he felt a force tugging at him and his body began to rise. He could only glance curiously with his mangled but still whole husk that stood for a body. There was a creaking, shattering sound of metal. Like the hissing of the cold gales against desolate canyons, like endless hails beating on dead mountains, like rusting gears grinding endlessly.
Was this the sound of his body breaking? No, not just that. It was something more, something deeper, something that came from within himself. A cry of rage or blissful laughter? Even he couldn't tell, and in the end he decided it was pointless.
How laughable indeed, that a babe would teach him such a valuable lesson. This pathetic tantrum, he almost envied it. Perhaps he too wished to be able to bask in such base emotions and run amok. Even if shackled, that man was more free than he would be.
"THERE IS ANOTHER ONE IN THE BASEMENT, FOOL!!!" He roared with all his might, delivering a mighty blow against one of the dark dragons despite the weakness of his body. With his skill, it was enough to deflect one by throwing it off course. He trusted Erica to deal with the second.
Good grief, and to think all I wanted was to ask his name. he thought regretfully.