Firefight 4 (Spencer's side)

With a movement of his blade, Spencer connected a cut to his friend's side, the red beast unfazed by it as his blade collided against Takemikazuchi's. He didn't even flinch or try to move away, almost like how James dealt with blows he couldn't avoid.

'Tsc! What you are made of, Kyrie?' His friend had grown leaps and bounds and developed a stronger sense of self and objectives. Far bigger than what he expected. While Kyrie was prone to outbursts before, he would never fight like that and with such resolution.

No hesitation or second thoughts, fighting as if it was an instinct, a natural part of his. It was less like fighting a fellow human being, and more like facing one of the many beasts he felled.

Yet that beast had full tactical acumen and knowledge of how to fight, as well as swordplay, tactics, and equipment to back him up. Spencer gritted his teeth, feeling his abdomen burn as he and Takemikazuchi retreated.