Eridan's attack was sudden and bizarre. Despite it being a simple move, it was fast, brutal, and accurate. It was obvious his attack against Reginald was a decisive attack. It was all or nothing. Not only did he not leave any leeway for Reginald, he didn't leave any for himself as well.

In other words, it was either him or Reginald who was going to die.

Unfortunately, despite all the plots Eridan had hatched, he was still not fast and powerful enough. When his attack was going to hit Reginald's throat, Reginald easily caught Eridan's left hand and once again crushed it in a crack.

After Reginald's two attacks had connected, Reginald kicked Eridan away and to the floor. Without his orders, two of the Judd family's warrior elites immediately appeared and seized control over Eridan. There was a small blade appearing between Reginald's fingers, reflecting a faint blue light.

"Evermore's Reaping Blade," Reginald sighed. "You've just acknowledged you're part of Evermore in another way."