Skit: When you realize you're going up against the main character
(Arc 6 spoilers)
A skirmish of epic proportions was occuring in the Pleiades watchtower, and outside of it too.
Mabeast, Archbishops, dragons, scorpions, it seemed like everything in the vicinity wanted them dead, wanted them to fail.
Everyone on this expedition had their roles assigned to them. Each and every one of them trusted each other with their lives to the fullest extent. Subaru especially had done well to get them this far, even with his memories tampered with.
Regardless, right now, he had one enemy to defeat: Reid Astrea, the first sword saint.
[Julius]: "You underestimate me, Sword-Saint. You should not have left the second trial area. And I'm sure you will regret not bringing a proper weapon. I won't show mercy."
The 'stick-swinger' brandished his stick, too bored to provide his usual verbal abuse.
[Julius]: "I suppose you're prepared to die, then. Well, so am I!"
The two swordsmen clashed blades. A battle between spirit arts and martial arts emanates from their weapons. The walls, the stairways, the floor, it all became collateral to the two locked in mortal combat.
Julius was giving it his all. He needed to handle this so that his friends could focus on their missions.
Reid causally blocked his sword strikes, single handedly, with his eye-patch still on.
[Julius]: "What the hell?"
Breaking his knightly code, Julius let himself slip for just a moment. He knew it too. That moment of realization resulted in him being blown away by Reid's battle aura.
[Julius]: "Alright, I'm done going easy on you, I will-"
As he looked down, he saw that his outfit had been turned to slivers of cloth. When did that take place? He wasn't even using a sword!
[Julius]: "Oh [redacted], oh hell no, you did that with the-"
The words died in his throat. With a mere stick, the prior sword saint had managed to filet his clothes like a fish.
Reid stood there with a look that said 'Told you so, ya dingus.'
Feeling unworthy of the blade, Julius relinquished his sword to the obvious better owner and made his way down the steps of the watchtower with great haste, with each of his six quasi-spirits following him along the way.
A/N: Let's just consider this one of the realities during the Count Death Montage. Who could say that this didn't happen?
