On a different side of the battlefield, George was in quite a terrible predicament.
Black blurs flew at George from every direction, often simultaneously, making his arm swing left and right like crazy, giving birth to a cacophony of clinging noises that showed no end in sight.
Things didn't end there. George had to remain utterly focused on his position and fighting stance, adjusting both at every swing to avoid getting cornered. His superb mastery of the sword was in full display there, but that did little to improve his situation.
George had already proven himself more skilled as a swordsman than his opponent. His sharpness had even surpassed the fuming state the bald alien had achieved after breaking his horn.
Yet, the battle had forced George into a defensive stance he saw no hope of escaping.
