Without much resistance, Nicho collapsed on the metal foothold.
A stifled groan escaped his lips as a loud thud echoed from the impact.
His gaze trailed the pathway of the dagger as a shimmering thin line came into view just as Louis caught the end of the black dagger.
Nicho frowned on recognition.
Glancing around to further confirm his suspicions.
From the top corners of the walls to the lower Pipelines, the telltale mark of Louis's setup glimmered.
Thin, nearly invisible lines came into view.
Vibrating in silence. Its reflective surface bounced off the very colours that surrounded them.
Aqua blue.
These weren't just mere lines, these were instruments of destruction that would set the tone of their battle in a different direction if used differently.
Strings.
'When did he set these up?' He wondered as his gaze landed on Louis's.
Silence hung in the air as he stood to his feet.