Reach Out

As bright as Bryson's determination shined, I had to admit that the body was getting weak.

Our blades clashed once more. Although the red cloth that Nathan gave me was supposed to help, in the end it only made our fingers hurt more than usual by increasing the recoil.

And that was taking into consideration that Bryson used some method I didn't really understand to deflect most of the blow.

Sunshower Nightmare was purposely attacking in areas that only slightly impaired our movement, or directly to show the difference in strength. It was as though he couldn't make it any more painfully obvious that his goal wasn't to win the battle, but rather break our spirit.

He had some strange type of mentality.

It was as though he had some sort of ego that needed to be validated. For some reason, he needed us to believe it as well before he could be satisfied. Even though his intention was to kill us, and after that it wouldn't matter anymore.