Tactile Sense.
Through the skin and palms gripping the sword's hilt, he can feel the vibrations and pressure.
The pressure is equal between them. Both are evenly matched, continuing to exchange attacks relentlessly, making it difficult to find an opening to land a decisive strike.
"Damn it, can't you just stop moving and surrender already?"
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"But I have to stop you."
"I—have to find Loki and see him."
"Knowing his nature and personality, I truly understand how your battle ended."
"Loki, hold on."
"Wait for me."
"Don't die."
"I know you're dying right now."
"Please, God…"
"Hold on."
"I will never be able to defeat you quickly, my brother."
"—And I…"
"—Must allow you to move forward,"
"For now."
Thermoreceptive Sense.
Albert detects a change in temperature near his neck. His pores sense the heat of his opponent's body beginning to sweat once again after what happened earlier, yet there is not even the slightest trace of murderous intent.
"Hmm?"
Visual Sense.
He reads the expression on his face beginning to regain emotion.
"HUH—WHAT?!"
It is as though his subconscious awareness is beginning to be overtaken by fragments of his true soul.
"IS THAT REALLY HAPPENING?"
It may truly be possible.
However—
"But I do not have time for that."
A faint smile forms on his face.
"And I know the right person to deal with this."
"I trust that person will bring you back to your senses, my brother."
"And I am certain you will meet that person, because you will continue moving forward after passing over my fallen body."
"With that being said—"
Brutal attacks rain down relentlessly.
He stares deeply at him, smiling sincerely.
"—Wait for me."