Death of...
*Clank*
*Clink*
*Swoosh!*
Two black-robed figures were slashing, stabbing, slicing in a similar rhythm. Their faces underneath the hood weren't either exhausted or pained, instead dead coldness without any injuries in their bodies.
Against them was a black-haired figure who was moving his silver spear as fast as he could, every now and then, the swords almost struck him, but just in the nick of time, he managed to either block, dodge or parry.
Ichiro didn't look as relaxed as First and Second Order. He had to make every move perfectly; otherwise, he wouldn't only get cut; he is certain that he would lose a limb, or worse, his life from a single mistake.
He has tried to use Weakness Detection eye, but it was, of course, useless. Even though it should help, unfortunately, it doesn't work against skilled opponents who know what they are doing.