Spiwey flipped in the air, evading a dense thicket of thorns.
As he landed, his shoulders heaved continuously, he gasped for air deeply. His palms were drenched with sweat, and his well-fitted clothes now bore several sword marks, looking somewhat tattered.
The Joker mask was still on his face, but at this moment, the mask's crimson smile seemed no longer to mock Dominico but to ridicule his own disgraced self.
Dominico didn't give Spiwey much chance to catch his breath; he casually pulled out the rose vine stuck in the ground, and with a flicker of Phantom Shadows, the vine turned back into a rose Rapier.
With a flick of the rapier, he held it vertically. Positioned perfectly between his eyes, the blade's reflective shine outlined his deep-set facial features.
Dominico stood elegantly with his sword amidst the falling rose petal rain, resembling the most devout Knight of the Nobility.
After the silence, came intense motion.
