Inanna reminded again, "Don't be too serious, it wouldn't be good if you really hurt him."
No. 4 nodded at the mushroom cap, deciding not to self-destruct this time.
Phineas smiled slightly as well, "Rest assured, I will be measured."
Phineas stood holding his sword, his face still carrying a hint of leisurely calm. He perceived this as a playful interlude during the banquet, elegantly gesturing "please" to that Puki.
However, the moment the referee waved his hand—
The tips of No. 4's few soft mycelium tentacles suddenly flashed three inches of cold light, whipping and sweeping fiercely forward! Phineas' pupils shrank drastically, his head tilted back in panic, the sharp blade grazed past his scalp, shaving the front into a short cut.
He hadn't steadied himself when the second strike arrived.
A mushroom cannon hit his chest armor solidly, blasting Phineas to be thrown backward, tumbling two rounds embarrassingly.
