The seventh master's ferocious face trembled and his mouth opened up in shock, wide enough to fit a huge tomato.
His knife, the one that he crafted out of precious, energy-loaded metal, actually… bent?!
How tough was the puppet before his eyes? With a swing of the knife… a huge chunk went missing, and more importantly, it was bent out of shape!
The red beam that flashed across his face unnerved him, but he quickly recovered, growling and grimacing at Whitey. With a loud clang, he threw the large knife in his hands aside.
"Damn it! Aren't you badass! Aren't you tough!" With a rip, the seventh master tore apart his shirt, revealing his bulky muscles, which were covered in dragon-like blue veins. Countless streaks of scars, like centipedes crawling about, made a ghastly sight.
