Clang!
Clang!
...
"What are you doing? Do you only know how to defend?"
"Attack me! You coward!"
Clang!
Only the noise from the collision rang out over the silent atmosphere.
And now, the fight between them had been going on for quite a long time. Of course, Hector was in a disadvantaged situation.
He had no incredible speed like the prisoner, so all he could do was avoid and block, unable to fight back.
Yet, all of that was within his calculations.
He was waiting for the right moment to make his move.
...
"It's starting to get boring..." the prisoner uttered through his broken lips, looking at Hector aggressively.
Tightly holding the short sword, he took a fighting stance like an assassin — but with a different posture.
"Tsk! I guess it's just a mishmash skill picked up from brawling in the streets."
Indeed, after just a brief clash with the prisoner, he was able to assess his skill, and he could say one thing:
