He silently estimated the time in his mind. 'Tulius can only hold Koller for a minute and a half, tops. If my men can't seize control, it's pointless for me to stay here and fight. I have to get out of here before Koller breaks free.'
Having made his decision, Sipia let out a bold laugh, his every move exuding a knightly bearing.
The Extraordinary Armament covering his face gradually receded, revealing his true features. He stared into Reinhardt's eyes and challenged him loudly, "Your opponent is me, Reinhardt—!"
Unfortunately,
all of Sipia's pretenses and schemes seemed so crude in Reinhardt's eyes.
To put it another way, his acting was far inferior to that of Crusher Stein—that utterly cunning fly whose memory still sickened him.
Having been burned once before, how could Reinhardt possibly fall for the same scheme again?
Facing Sipia's provocation, Reinhardt had no intention of wasting any more time here with this traitor.
