Nnoitra watched Halibel's attack hit, his teeth gritted.
This thing was harder than he was and for him, somebody who prided himself above all else in his defensive capabilities, that was something he didn't admit often. He narrowed his eye, gripping his scythe-spears tightly enough to hurt even his hands, and looked to Stark.
"This thing ain't going down," he said, when the roar of water from Halibel's Cascada softened to a hiss.
The Wyrm had it all. Strength, endurance, size, vast reserves of chakra and experience. It was the kind of monster that had tales written about its ancient strength, the sort with daring heroes and tragic endings.
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This thing was harder than he was and for him, somebody who prided himself above all else in his defensive capabilities, that was something he didn't admit often. He narrowed his eye, gripping his scythe-spears tightly enough to hurt even his hands, and looked to Stark.
"This thing ain't going down," he said, when the roar of water from Halibel's Cascada softened to a hiss.
The Wyrm had it all. Strength, endurance, size, vast reserves of chakra and experience. It was the kind of monster that had tales written about its ancient strength, the sort with daring heroes and tragic endings.