The man reached for the sword on his sheathed blade on his hip. He took out just enough for a glint of steel to shine directly into Gladion’s eye— at which point, Silvally roared and charged. The man stepped deftly out of Silvally’s path and returned his blade to the sheath.

Then the branch fell. Gladion’s life, death, and afterlife flashed before his eyes, he fell for what felt like an eternity— or maybe slightly less. Silvally caught him in about a second. Gladion looked back up from where he fell. There was a clean cut between where the branch once was and the trunk. It really wasn’t that high at all. In fact, he probably could have jumped down, if he really wanted to.

- Ragnarust Round 2