Sweep

"What's going on?" Amell's eyes narrowed. His senses told him that it was no coincidence that these things were happening, but he couldn't figure out just how Ryu was doing it.

Within the desert plain world, Ryu brandished his halberd, holding onto its bloodied and wooden polearm with a single hand as the Fire Tiger lurked toward him. The once lofty arrogance in its eyes was gone, replaced a deep rage. It still saw Ryu as nothing but an ant, but it had still begun to take him seriously.

Beasts of the Fourth Order, and even the Third Order, had long since begun to gain intelligence of their own. By the Fourth Order, their thinking ability was no less than that of humans, even on this Plane. So, it knew that Ryu couldn't be taken lightly any longer.

"It's about time we begin our true fight… Don't you think?"