"So what do you propose we do then? That thing so much as touches you, you're dead. If you want to gamble your life, go ahead—but I'm not joining you!"
Fort stood up, clearly fed up, and made as if to leave.
But Francis immediately dropped to his knees and clung to Fort's leg, his eyes watery and pitiful. "Don't… don't go, I'm begging you! You're my brother—my real brother! If you activate your full sharp metal-element body, maybe you can take a couple of hits. I can't! I'm so fragile I bet just the aftermath of his Light Sword Art would take me out!"
"Let go—get off me!"
Fort struggled furiously, but Francis clung to him like a piece of stubborn gum on a boot. In the end, Fort could only sigh in resignation.
"Fine… but let me be clear. I'll take at most two hits. After that, I'm out—no matter what. Sure, my sharp metal-element body is tough, but it's not invincible. Alan's attacks aren't just powerful—they're terrifying. If I take too many, I'll die too."
