''Balance? Speed? Strength?''
Alaric's chest fell and rose each time he blocked a series of stabs from his summon, but the moment he lost focus, the sword demon drove its wooden sword straight into Alaric's chest.
''Damn!''
Alaric gritted his teeth, forcing himself to swallow the pain like it was just another part of the road to strength. With sharp, stubborn eyes, he searched desperately for even the smallest opening in Khaled's strikes so he could push back.
But yeah… easier said than done. There was no weakness to be found—unless the demon left one on purpose. Technically, Alaric could order his summon to do that… but then what's the point? That'd just turn training into a joke.
''Speed's too slow,'' the demon muttered as it sent a kick from behind, voice flat and cold.
Alaric snapped his blade up in time to deflect, stumbled a few steps back, and fought to regain his balance.
