Who Says All Saints Need To Be Good?

Chapter 105: Kaede vs Venassa

Yet, as Venassa prepared to launch her next assault, Kaede's voice reverberated through the air with an unwavering command. "Cage Fall!" he declared, his words carrying an air of finality. In response, the weapons suspended in the sky shifted their trajectory, pointing menacingly towards the knights ensnared within the cage.

In an instant, the once motionless arsenal transformed into a flurry of deadly projectiles, hurtling towards their intended targets with unparalleled speed and precision. The knights, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, scrambled to evade the incoming barrage. Some managed to muster their reflexes, their weapons swinging frantically to ward off the deadly rain of blades. Their desperate efforts allowed them to narrowly dodge the projectiles, narrowly escaping the gruesome fate that awaited those unfortunate enough to falter.

Yet, for others, fortune did not smile upon them. The merciless rain of weapons pierced through flesh and bone, leaving behind a trail of carnage in its wake. Blood spattered the ground, mingling with the debris of shattered armor and shattered hopes. The anguished cries of the fallen knights reverberated through the battleground.

As the lifeless bodies of the fallen knights lay strewn across the battlefield, the weapons that had pierced them in a merciless display of destruction hovered in the air, their attention shifting to the remaining knights. With an eerie sense of purpose, they streaked through the air, honing in on their targets and launching relentless assaults as if being controlled and wielded by an unseen hand.

Meanwhile, amidst the chaos, Venassa and Kaede found themselves locked in a relentless exchange of blows. The clash of their weapons reverberated through the air, a symphony of steel and determination that echoed across the battleground.

Venassa, her fan held aloft, unleashed a flurry of attacks, each strike accompanied by a blossoming flower of wind. From these delicate petals emerged razor-sharp wind blades, propelled towards Kaede with lethal intent. The air crackled with their ferocity, their excellent trajectory to always hit Kaede was a testament to Venassa's good precision.

Undeterred, Kaede deftly intercepted the oncoming onslaught of wind attacks. His hands grasped the weapons that lay scattered around him, wielding them with practiced finesse. With each clash, the weapons shattered upon impact, but Kaede's unwavering resolve fueled his determination. In a seamless motion, he reached into the magic circle beneath him, summoning forth more supply of weapons to replace those that had been destroyed.