"No, no," Ancestor Sacharro laughed, his scythe cutting across the skies in wild arcs as he fought against the twin swinging great swordstaffs of Ancestor Tatsuya. "We shouldn't target the kids, no?"
Ryu's gaze was ice-cold, blazing with a hidden fury beneath.
He took a step forward, time bending around him.
Dyon's grin only widened, fluttering black butterflies with golden specks on their wings appearing around him as he almost carelessly stepped through time as well, meeting Ryu's blade in the proper frame.
They rebounded against one another and slid back.
Almost instantly, they charged once more, their echoing clashes reverberating across the Heavens.
"You don't even need your name up there anymore. Let's just let the future generation do their thing, hm? How about it? Maybe we just might have a third in our little group."
Ryu didn't reply.
