CLANG!
The sound of metal striking metal rang out as the axe blade swinging down was blocked by a Longsword that suddenly appeared in Lance's hand.
"You want to fight..." Lance said, raising the dented Longsword, which looked as ragged as a piece of scrap iron, toward the wilderness, "I'll indulge you~"
With that, he ran into the wilderness. Boudica didn't hesitate to follow, swinging her War Halberd, determined to see blood spilled before ceasing her assault.
Lance also let go of all reservations and went head-to-head with Boudica. After all, as long as he didn't kill her, he could still save her.
He had been bottling up frustration for days and now had an outlet for his aggression. He was not about to hold back. But he had not gone mad; on the contrary, since the last close call fighting with his bare hands, he had become even more cautious.
