479 Saru 1 (1/2)
Saru's voice seemed to be everywhere at once. It echoed and reverberated as though a single sentence from her was worth the weight of thousands.
The air sung along with her melodic tone, trembling and dulling Dyon's senses. He couldn't help but stand there blankly for an instant, mesmerized and enraptured.
Vidar suddenly grinned on the sideline. This was how he had lost! Although Saru hadn't spoken to him, she had seemingly been able to effect change in the atmosphere, stunting his inner ear. He was disoriented and before he had the opportunity to do much of anything, he found himself kneeling in submission with his life under the full control of the beauty.
It was suffice to say that since Saru went out of her way to speak to Dyon, her attack on him was many times more effective!
This was a music path that Dyon had never heard of before… Something completely new. It went so far as gaining control over an entire sense!
Dyon's eyes dulled, darkening from their bright hazel green to a murky blackness. It was almost as though he had lost consciousness – losing a tangible understanding of what was going on around him.
Saru floated forward. Her speed was quite fast, and yet she still managed to seem unhurried.
A strange vibration began to compress on her small and delicate palms as she rapidly closed the distance. Her eyes were calm as a lake and her facial features didn't fluctuate. But, if you paid close attention, one could almost notice the small semblance of loss … No, it was more like disappointment.
Saru lightly stepped before Dyon, the air on her palm oscillating gently as she pushed it forward.
All of her actions were graceful and seemingly without killing intent. However, any expert could see the danger of this attack. Despite all of the great warriors they had seen, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Saru Shruti still boasted the strongest attack power!
BOOM!
Blood flew from Dyon's mouth as his chest almost caved inward. His body flew backward with such velocity that the back of his clothes were sheared off – first by the wind, and then from the friction, burning them to nothingness.
”Dyon!” Ri, Madeleine and Clara covered their mouths in horror. They had become so used to Dyon having everything within his control, so used to him being able to figure things out before he ever entered any real danger … and yet, he had failed this time!
Even when he fought Femi, although there was a point where it seemed like he might lose, he had at least been able to put up a fight first! What was going on?!
Saru watched quietly as Dyon's body catapulted through the air. In her eyes, there was no need to attack again. She had no malicious intentions against Dyon. In fact, she cared little for this tournament in general. The only reason she fought was to sharpen her skills. She had thought that Dyon would be someone she would be able to do this against, but it seemed as though she had overestimated him.