Alone against a foe of extraordinary might, Vijudius was at a clear disadvantage, some of his strikes would connect with the enemy, but none had shown themselves to be effective so far…
His entourage of bodyguards, elite knights all of them, was gone, he had seen it happen, but was unable to spare any time for to assist them, even the smallest of mistakes or distractions was enough for his life to be put into jeopardy, he knew it, he could feel it on his bones.
If the striking head of that flail did as much as brush too closely to him, a good chunk of his body would simply be blown away- But the more he fought, the more something felt off, he may be lacking in practical experience, but by now, he could tell that something was unnatural about this fight.
For some reason, it felt as though his opponent, as mighty and oppressive as he was… That the hunter was actually holding back.
