Michael let the Crescent Unity Slash curve around Draco's shield, as if it was water wrapping itself around something as it splashed.
This was his breakthrough. This was the very first step in him discovering his own path, his very own Way, which would allow him to master his own swordstyle that was his and only his.
He knew that this was the only path he needed if he wanted to truly have his own Sword Intent and Arcanic Magic.
Draco fell to the ground, his back completely scorched and injured beyond repair. He squirmed around, wanting to use his own blood to suffuse himself with more vitality.
However, more of those roots emerged from the ground, and began snaking its way through the fields before wrapping itself around Draco's entire body. His head, his arms, his legs. More and more of these thorny roots took hold of him and kept him restrained.
