However, someone was able to without unlocking the will of sword. Throughout Absalom's stay with Raith, there wasn't a day where he didn't battle Kortopi, up till the point where he was regularly beating Kortopi save the fact that Kortopi was very stubborn.
He didn't realize it then, he never even knew about it, all those days of serious sword fighting with Kortopi had benefited his amazing demonic eyes, the moment the angel unsheathed his sword, he could perfectly see the sword path.
ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm Absalom had the eyes of a vampire, one that allowed him to see farther than normal humans or demons can, coupled with the stress of following Kortopi's sword strikes, adapting to it, and evolving, it could now see deeply too and that was why it could see sword path– almost putting Absalom on par with transcended sword masters.
"Oh oh, I didn't know they were two demons. You don't feel like a demon to me." The angel said, retracting his step and retracing his steps backward, carefully. "Do you perhaps want to become a protagonist with me? Change the world together?"
"Fuck you divine maggot. I am already a protagonist and you are surely more fit for an antagonist. You crazed head idiot!"
The angel's eyes widened, he was shocked, his brows squeezed together and soon tears began to stream down his eyes.
Absalom cocked his head, frowning as he found himself in an awkward position as the angel he was about to engage was now crying.
It didn't take long, the angel cleaned his face without being asked and then glared at Absalom with a face full of fury.
"Now that I have cried my heart out for when you die because it will be painful losing a potential friend like you. But I have cried, I shall not regret cutting your head. No! I will delight in it!!" The angel shouted with shrieking laughter as he lunged at Absalom.
The hilt of his sword flashed like lightning as he closed the distance in less than 0.5 seconds and struck with the momentum of his blinding speed. Absalom's red sword parried all the strikes– his hands did not swing towards where the angel's hilt was swinging from, instead Absalom looked to other directions and blocked from the path the blade itself followed.
He parried towards his back as the blade struck from behind despite the angel being in front of him. This confirmed the angel's suspicions and caused him to retreat a few steps backward.
"So you can see it. I was suspicious but you really can see it? Now my little trick is out in the open." The angel shook his head as he spoke.
Absalom did not drop his guard down even as the angel spoke—his eyes were very busy, his eyes were narrowed as the averted from left to right and right to left. It was because something had changed in the sword's path the moment the angel retreated backward.
He could see the sword paths definitely but that made this situation even more complicated.
The blade of the angel's sword wriggled around him like the wind itself, it danced around him and encircled him. Andalom was caught in a dilemma of how to block a blade with an indefinite form–there was no way he would be able to do it, he should be ready to sacrifice an arm or both at the very least.
"I know you can see it. Don't think reckless, you cannot dodge it. See this sword was forged by the greater blacksmith, the blacksmith god himself... since the angels and the gods have been on good terms for the past four hundred years, we have been enjoying a few things. These weapons are one of those things."
As the angel talked, the thunderous sound of the skirmish not too far from them shook the atmosphere. They both could tell that the archons and angels were going hard.
'...two angels against six archons? How strong are these guys?' Absalom's mind swayed away for a moment, but he didn't have the luxury to worry about others right now. The heroes have been safely escorted away, his and Balam's survival depended on this moment.
"My brethren sure are going at it with the archons. They were told to capture them alive but I doubt if that is what they are trying to do."
Absalom stood guarded, all his composure beware of what dangers lurked around him.
"Well well, shall we just carry own with our own stuff too? Perhaps we should just go all out too." The angel chuckled and–
Wham
Wham
Wham
Kang!
Wham!
Kang!!
Kang!!
Some escaped Absalom's sword and cut him on his face and his body while some were blocked but just as Absalom's true strength lay, the longer the battle the better his adaptation skills, he would adapt to the flow and begin to grow from it.
And drastically the number of strikes that Absalom was blocking was increasing, even though the sword didn't have a definite form and was striking like the wind. Absalom's sense was quick to follow and was already quickly depicting them, regardless of which side they came from he could sense, and it was also not about the attack pattern. He had the heightened sense of a vampire. As he got used to it, he just could sense it.
The angel frowned as Absalom in five minutes was now successfully blocking every single one of his sword attacks.
Whisb
Suddenly, Absalom moved with unnatural swiftness, vanishing into a red aura and reappearing behind the angel who quickly spun with his wings creating a shield of light to block Absalom's surprise attack. In that brief moment, they were locked in a deadly sword dance with their movements a blur of red and white and sparks of their clash flying abode.
The angel summoned celestial power, unleashing a barrage of radiant energy. Absalom twisted, evading most of the attacks, but a few struck true, burning his flesh with divine energy.
With a snarl, Absalom retaliated, conjuring blood art that morphed into lethal tendrils. But the angel's wings flared, slicing through the blood tendrils like a celestial scythe. Absalom lunged forward with his sword, striking from all side, but the angel's invisible sword easily blocked every path he struck from, his sword was totally useless against the angel.
Wham!
Wham!
He was now beginning to dodge the angel's sword attacks by only a hair's breadth as things got weary for him—having no choice, he flew back and landed afar off.
Absalom knitted his brows as he deliberated over his next course of action. This was something he didn't want to have to use but there was no other choice.
"I'm sorry master, I promise I wasn't going to use this until I am sure I can control it."
