The skeleton soldiers, utterly amazed by the fight, cheered in unison. "Ooooooh!" they exclaimed, their bony hands clapping together, the sound reverberating through the vast, cavernous halls of the -3rd floor.
Luma, reeling from the shield bash, took a moment to collect herself. She muttered to herself, her mind rapidly piecing together Rook's strategy. "I get it now. He anticipates and reads my moves. Even if I had gone for the cross slash, the shield would have still blocked my attack. But since I went for the horizontal slash, that angle from his shield continued the momentum, exposing my side. What truly amazed me, was his daring move. He sacrificed his spear so he could catch me off guard, bashing my face with that shield, and at the same time disarming me. It was a terrifyingly calculated gamble to ensure his winning chances."
