[Zarrick's POV]
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
With his sword held ready at his side, Captain Zarrick slowly circled the black knight as raucous cheers thundered from the soldiers behind him.
The Black Revenant moved with him, mirroring every step without once lowering its blade — neither side offering so much as a single opening.
'How clever… it was sizing me up too.'
Zarrick had earned his place among Frostgrave's finest swordsmen through years of fighting at the front, enough that even veteran soldiers respected the blade in his hand.
Yet the Black Revenant gave him nothing.
Zarrick shifted his stance several times, searching for even the slightest reaction. None came; whenever he tried to bait an opening, its blade was already waiting for him.
'This damn bastard…'
Then Zarrick spotted a narrow opening along its left side and immediately kicked off the ground, surging forward.
His sword flashed toward the gap.
"This is disappointing."
Clang!
