Daru unhesitatingly dashed to the side, sealing off Kazuraga's only path of escape.
But the satyr couldn't spare him much attention, as Iris had already blurred forth again, waving her icy-blue longsword at the mysterious spawn.
"MEGHEKGHEK!" Kazuraga cackled, charging right back with not a dent in his confidence.
While he was unbelievably at a disadvantage in terms of physical attributes against a mere human novice, being in such a situation wasn't new to the satyrian spawn and, in fact, was quite the common experience whenever he fought other spawns.
Why else would he rely on his cunning and silver tongue to survive this long, otherwise?
Arriving within striking distance, Iris and Kazuraga began yet another heated exchange, waving their swords and seemingly dancing with immaculate footwork.
The former was like the dignified and stoic flower that her sword was, every strike firm, clean, and gorgeous, all while gracefully swaying in the cold winds.
