"Hahahaha! Yes, yes, Lord Westheid! This is it! This is our battle, a fight to the death that belongs only to us! Where do others get to interfere?!"
The words had barely left her lips when the Knightess's deadly, swift figure lunged before Westheid, unleashing a dazzling flurry of sword attacks.
Thrusts, side-slashes, spinning downward chops, the clash of Great Swords... Countless fluid movements were completed in a flash, too fast for the naked eye to follow. Storm-wreathed, pale-blue, illusory afterimages were seared into the retinas of all who watched.
No, these weren't just afterimages! They were actually moving, delivering weaker, yet still tangible, slashes.
Countless blades of solidified storm scraped against Westheid's body. They were impossible to dodge; he could only endure them head-on.
But Westheid, struggling to hold his ground amidst the storm of attacks, wasn't just putting up a brave front to preserve his dignity.
He truly had a path to victory!
