Any technology, especially one designed for combat, had one major flaw that could not be avoided: overheating. Keira's sword-cannon had no reload ti, so she could shoot as fast and as hard as she wanted, it all depended on how much energy she used.
Each ti to destroy dozens of ice blades a massive electric projectile flew out of the cannon. It wasn't a problem for Keira, she had plenty of energy, but the chanism on her sword just couldn't take that kind of pressure, it needed a little break.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
A multitude of icy blades rained down on Keira. She was ready to scream in pain, but to her surprise, she felt almost nothing as if the blades were glass as they just shattered against her tough skin.
'What...? What's going on? Why are his attacks so weak...?' Keira muttered inwardly in a confusion until slowly a realization began to co to her.
"You were sillier than I expected." A cold voice echoed behind the cloud of steam as Frigus passed through it in a flash.
Frigus swung his sword from top to bottom with all his might, bringing it down on Keira.
Keira managed to put the sword over herself at the last mont, thus blocking the attack, but she found herself in a very bad position, as this was only the beginning of Frigus's plan.
"You think this half-sword can stop ? Your electricity won't help you now." Frigus said looking into Keira's eyes as if he could devour her with one look as a powerful aura erged from his body.
Whooooooooooooosh.
Blue streams of energy burst out of Frigus in one powerful burst as the runes on his sword shone brightly, completely filled with energy.
'No! No! No! No! This is bad! I have to do sothing! Keira shouted to herself as she looked at her sword and her pupils narrowed. Because of the cold coming from Frigus, the cannon had already cooled and was ready to fire, but Keira just couldn't move or Frigus would cut her in two.
"You think too long. Still, experience is more important in combat than intelligence, isn't it?" Frigus muttered with a serene look as if everything had already been decided.
He stepped forward, pointed his body forward, and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, pressing on Keira as hard as he could. Her hands began to shake as the ice beneath her feet cracked causing her to fall deeper as if Frigus could bury her alive with that move.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Keira directed her energy toward the cannon, about to fire. There was no way she could hit Frigus since her weapon was pointed the other way, but that was how she wanted to throw Frigus away.
"It's no use. Such a weak blast won't even get to take a step to the side." Frigus's voice swallowed up everything around her, even eclipsing the loud sound of the gunshot.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
An electric sphere flew out of the doughnut and imdiately exploded to their left. Purple flas along with electrical discharges passed behind Frigus, rippling his hair, but his cold gaze was absolutely unchanged.
"Let's stop playing gas. I thought I'd be interested in fighting against such an unusual weapon, but I was wrong. A sword should be clean, hilt and blade, that's enough to be the greatest tool for killing." Frigus' eyes filled with condescension as he removed one hand from the hilt of the sword.
"What are you doing...?" Keira's eyes went wide as she thought that Frigus was about to attack him. She couldn't imagine that he would have enough strength to keep the pressure on her with just one hand.
"Don't worry. I'll act fair this ti, but you don't need it anymore." Frigus muttered before clutching the cannon on the sword tightly.
His grip easily crumpled the very strong casing of the cannon, which had to withstand almost any pressure. Frigus was doing this with pure physical strength, just straining the muscles in his arm to the limit.
"Bastard... Stop... Do you have any idea how much effort I put into creating it...?" Keira was indignant, but her mumbling indicated that she had already accepted her loss.
Crackle.
Frigus ripped the cannon away from the sword, freeing the blade completely of any technological elents.
"Well, much better now." Frigus let out a sigh, "I suggest you co to your senses if you don't want our fight to end so quickly."
Whoooooooooosh.
Frigus's fist slamd into Keira's stomach, causing her face to contort in pain. Her eyes went wide as blood gushed from her mouth, causing her to lose her balance for a mont.
The blue sword tossed Keira's weapon aside and headed for her chest, leaving a wide cut on it from which a stream of blood rushed out.
"Argh!!!" Keira cried out in agony and imdiately received another blow to her stomach, which threw her dozens of feet away.
Frigus stepped forward as waves of frosty energy appeared around him. He was about to make a dash to kill Keira with this attack and end their fight, but the glint from Keira's sword stopped him.
'What is it? Have you decided to spare her?' Luna asked with concern.
'No... I don't want it to end like this. I don't know if it's Wain's influence or not, but right now I don't want to do everything paying attention only to efficiency. I want to enjoy this fight.' Frigus shook his head as his eyes grew deeper as if he realized sothing very important to him.
Frigus took a slow step toward Keira's sword stuck in the frozen sand, and after a brief hesitation, he grabbed the sword by the hilt.
'Hehehe, it looks like Frigus is finally beginning to break his own boundaries. Training is good, I'd even say it's necessary, but what's the point of it if you can't enjoy your results?' Wain smirked, watching the fight intently.
'Agh... It's all your detrintal influence...' Cursed Swordsman muttered as he exhaled cold steam.
'Well, even if it is, it's for the best. I couldn't stand it if Frigus turned into a copy of you. Two swordsn like that... it's too much for alone...' Wain shook his head with a mocking smile.
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