Sword Saber Soul

Ryu's sword pierced out, catching Balthar's head on its tip. Its blade pierced through his skull, skewering him like he was some sort of piece of meat rather than someone's life.

Solara hardly reacted to this at all, the smile on her face having long faded and her eyes having long closed. She had returned to a calm state, unbothered and unfettered.

Ryu, however…

With a tremble of his wrist, Balthar's head shattered, a rain of flesh and blood falling. 

Ryu looked up to the skies, ignoring Xalvador as though he was nothing more than air. To Ryu… one opponent, especially not one he had exchanged so many blows with already, was worth his time or attention.

Solara had certainly triggered him a little bit. When his competitive spirit was stoked, his gear changed as well. He had never felt what it felt like to have a true rival before.