Miles didn't wait for Sarissa's confirmation. The moment he called the switch, he was already moving, his body surging forward like a bullet fired from a cannon, leaving a net of cracks on the weathered asphalt.
Sarissa hesitated, but only for a fraction of a second. In the next instant, she leaped back, giving way to Miles, allowing him to take center stage.
And he did so with a vengeance.
The moment his feet hit the ground, he twisted his scythe in a deadly flourish, the [Harbinger's Scythe] singing through the air as it clashed against Shinji's katana. The sheer force of the collision sent a shockwave ripping through the battlefield, scattering debris and embers alike. This time, Shinji didn't just smirk. His nonchalance faltered as he staggered back, his grip tightening on his blade.
Miles grinned beneath his mask.