Scarlet Expansion!!

With deliberate slowness, Hilton reached for his sword. The sound of metal sliding against scabbard echoed through the cathedral as he unsheathed the blade. In the dim light, the yellow-handled sword gleamed with an otherworldly sheen, its edge promising swift retribution.

Hilton turned to face his fellow hunters, his expression resolute. "Stand down. I'll handle this." His calm confidence seemed to steady the nerves of his comrades, though tension still hung thick in the air.

Mordred's gaze fixed on the weapon, a flicker of recognition—and perhaps a hint of worry—crossing his features. "Ah, I see you still carry that old blade of yours," he remarked, trying to maintain his air of nonchalance.

Hilton raised the sword, its point aimed at Mordred's head. "Indeed. And this time, it won't fail to separate your head from your shoulders."

A low chuckle rumbled from Mordred's chest, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I would love to see you try."