Those lips seemed to produce a sound bereft of sound, or perhaps not.
All manner of phenomena, present outside the realm of his comprehension, while taking that which merely flowed from right to left in as information, Garfiel―― right, he was Garfiel. As his brain, once again recognizing his own self as Garfiel, took all of that in, he processed the information.
Red was there, green had collapsed, and Garfiel was present.
And thereupon――,
?????: [Together now!]
?????: [Crimson Scorpion-cha~n!]
Two streaks of white light shot through the sky, tracing the firing line that had opened upon green’s collapse, charging in a mad dash directly towards red.
Devoid of sound that resembled any notion of sound, twin streaks of light closed in on red faster than any arrow―― on red, which still had its right arm sealed, and had just performed a full swing with its left.
Red: [I’m surprised.]
However, utilizing the elbow of the left arm that had felled green, red flicked the sword in the white scabbard hanging by its waist up, by half a revolution, perfectly parrying the lights from the side.
Repelling the lights with a sound akin to splashing water, the assault that ought to have reached red, Reinhard―― the combined offensive of Petra and Meili was, therefore, thwarted.
Garfiel’s all-out gambit, Otto’s sacrificial play, Petra and Meili’s surprise attack, all had failed to reach Reinhard――,
???: [――――]
――A spiked ball of iron, ferociously revolving, pummeled straight into Reinhard’s core