Grand Finals (4)

'F***!!!!'

Lars lost his temper and was pissed off when he realised he had been tricked into defending himself from the "fire" attack, and then completely lost it when he was pierced right through by the thrown dagger from Vignis.

'What the f*** is going?!? This... This little kid! Dammit! It hurts, dammit!'

Lars could not catch even a moment's break at that time, as when he fell to the ground with the dagger embedded in the left side of his ribs. Every time he tried to move the littlest bit, pain would lance through his senses from the lightning crackling through the enchanted blade.

And he didn't have any chance to even raise his blade when Vignis came rushing at him with her remaining sword in hand!

'Flight? No, she'll close it off again! Ahhhhh!!! Dammit, looks like I can't just rely on swordsmanship...'

His frustrated eyes turned cold as tendrils of mana began to pulse through his body.