-KWANGGG
-KWANGGG
-KWAAAANNNNNGGGGGGG
Our swords clashed.
Striking harder and stronger with each clash.
My sword, against his huge one.
A 150cm long sword, bull-of-a-sword, which was around 30cm wide at the hilt, overall black, but flashing red around the edges.
-Hahahahahaha
And honestly, it felt good.
It felt refreshing.
Laughing like a madman, I lifted my sword again, and swung.
-KWANGGG
-KWANGGGGGG
We exchanged another series of clashes.
Mostly, I attacked and Syrus defended.
I kept attacking him, again and again and again, but I couldn't crack his defense.
He was like an iron-fortress, I kept hitting him, but he blocked each hit calmly with the same face, missing nothing.
My sword always struck his, dodging wasn't his style nor he could dodge my quick slashes with a sword that big in his hand, but each time just before the full force of my sword could transfer into his, my sword...slipped off his.
