Bang!
When the burly man thought his scythe would cut through the undead head, the undead Garron swung its butcher knife.
The butcher knife rose in a simple motion.
There were no flashy movements, only a direct swing filled with overwhelming force.
Clang!
The powerful vibration from the clash made the burly man stumble backward.
His arms trembled violently and the muscles on both of his shoulders went numb from the impact.
His eyes filled with shock.
He had expected his overwhelming strength to crush the undead in a single exchange.
Instead, he was the one pushed backward. But he recovered quickly, swinging his scythe with even more power.
Veins bulged across both of his arms. Mana surged violently around the blade of his scythe.
Without stepping back, the undead Garron responded, swinging its weapon monotonously.
Cold.
Emotionless.
No defense.
No hesitation.
Everything went for the kill.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
