Final Round

“Desperate struggle.” I see. It must mean exactly what it says.

The mana I sense from Abaddon now is on par with Furcas, or even greater. But conversely, that means it's not much stronger than me.

The monster that deserved to be called a kaiju has been reduced to a kaijin. On top of that, its right arm is completely gone. The damage it had taken must have caught up with it when it split apart.

Meanwhile, although my Spirit Armament is damaged, I'm nearly in perfect condition. No—since the support from the golden-haired girl is still in effect, I'm in better than perfect condition.

This should do it...

'You thought you had the advantage?'

“!”

It closed the distance in time with my blink. My precognition activated, and I twisted away, but the fist encased in exoskeleton changed course mid-swing and caught my staff.

The impact was so great that my fingers slipped off the grip. My index finger caught on the trigger guard and bent the wrong way with an unpleasant crack. The pain threatened to drag my awareness—and my whole posture—with it.

But I'm not done yet. Still leaning backward, I reflexively jumped away, dodged a kick aimed at my side, and reset my stance...