Rishia throws her chakram.
They twirl around armor in a strange trajectory, cutting off the dark power flowing into him before returning to her hand.
“Ah… This… is[3]!?” (Armor)
Armors eyes return to those of a man overcome by desire.
“Hero of the Bow! How could you be defeated!? How pitiful.” (Armor)
“You’re in no place to say that. What sort of king are you supposed to be!?” (Naofumi) [4]