There was no expression on her face. Her lips were parted only slightly, her brows smooth, her eyes hollow. She wasn't fighting out of vengeance or fury. She was simply moving. Functioning. Attacking as though guided by a rhythm beyond memory.
Like a forgotten machine beginning to stir again.
Ludwig moved forward, Oathcarver in hand at first then hoisted over his shoulder. Almost too comfortable as he was feeling the rush of [Limit Breaker] second usage filling his limbs with unnatural strength.
He looked up, blinked slow, as if taking in all the scenes of the upcoming fight and took a deep breath, and suddenly he advanced.
He read the Queen's next move, a wide left-hand swipe that would blow Celine away. And he immediately acted to stop it.
