Evileye tilted her head at the surreal sight before her. Rather than a battle of wits, they were just sharing information. How did that even make sense?
"Well, I understand, for the most part. In that case... you shall be defeated here, any problems with that?"
Momon spread both his hands, and the greatswords which were like an extension of his arms seemed to shine.
"That... would be inconvenient. Do permit me to put up a bit of resistance."
"Then— here I come.