It was fun. Dakai enjoyed this world. Before he'd arrived here, no one had been capable of standing up to him in a fight. "All right. Let's go... Time to give it a shot." He said to himself. "...You're still alive?" Nihilo's young voice was suspicious. If he'd been able to react this way, he should have been able to dodge the strike entirely from the start. It meant he'd wanted to take the hit. "Why doesn't...koff, anyone ever believe me?" Said Dakai and spun his enchanted saber in his hand. His opponent was already right before his eyes. "I'm a bandit, you know...? I'm not actually a swordsman or a doctor, see?""I see. I think we'd get along, then.” Said Nihilo and readied her next attack. She knew that Dakai's current stance meant he was prepared to evade her string. Her kicks to send him flying would be similarly ineffective. She needed to stomp him into the ground or pinch him between her two chela and crush him. "I want to be friends with people, too, but no one will believe me." She added. "Ha-ha-ha. Really now. First time we've been able to have a chat. I'm quite the talker, see." Said Dakai. She approached. Before Dakai had finished speaking, the colossus's legs were a blur. It was an instantaneous offensive, too fast to be dodged in time, taking her opponent's reaction speed into consideration. The attack cut through the air. Dakai moved, with speed faster than his physical body could manage. "See, like this..." Said Dakai. The threads! Nihilo realized. He had utilized the threads she had been stretching around the battlefield during their fight. He used their elastic recoil to slip right into Nihilo's bosom. "I steal weapons..." Said Dakai. The tarantula's injured face—the deviant bandit pulled a sword out of the monster's sole laceration. "I pick locks, too." Said Dakai. This was not the Magicked Blade of Razhucort. It wasn't a long sword, either. In fact, it was Dakai's first time using it at all. With her mount unexpectedly stabbed, Nihilo backed off and tried to regroup. Even if her head was attacked, it would have no impact whatsoever on the undead's functions. It could attack, defend, and execute maneuvers. "What...?" Nihilo was flustered by what she was sensing. "What did you do?" She asked. She felt the night air on her bare skin. The sensation was being sent to her through her mount, Helneten, but she was feeling her own skin. "Well now, just as I predicted—quite the pretty face." Said Dakai, looking at her. She could still control the tank, just as before. Its mobility hadn't been impacted at all. However, Helneten's cockpit was open, and Nihilo's body packed inside was exposed. "I thought about it." The deviant Dakai bandit's figure was right before her eyes. Nihilo―her actual form—was face-to-face against an enemy who had climbed inside her cockpit. "If this tank's made from organic material, then it uses its nerves to move. So if someone's piloting it, then it must be relaying commands via the nerves spreading through its muscles... And I thought, well, if that's the case, then I destroy those nerves, right?" Dakai said. In his left hand, Dakai held a nondescript short sword. "With nerve-rendering mandrake poison." The small wound that Soujirou the Willow-Sword had carved into her armor was, to Dakai, a keyhole. Comprehending her own demise, the undead Nihilo laughed. "Tee-hee...hee... You do love to chat, don't you?" She said. "I tell a good story, don't I?" Dakai asked. "Perhaps you're right." Nihilo said and her back wires flashed, their metallic terminals aiming for Dakai's neck. Just a few beats faster than her attack, the Magicked Dakai Blade and its absolute speed were ready to cut the girl's head off.