It was a decisive swing, one that 99% of warriors would have missed.
Judging by how powerful the man's swing was, most warriors would have struggled to remain focused, let alone find the opportunity to retaliate and gamble like that.
However, Uncle Drew wasn't like everyone else. He was Kael Duskbane, the greatest warrior to ever walk the face of the universe. He saw an opening, and he exploited it.
The man's eyes widened, his expression turning pale.
He instinctively staggered back, clutching the bloody stump where his arm had once been. Blood poured out like a crimson fountain, splattering across the broken earth.
However, before he could even process what had happened, Uncle Drew was already in front of him.
A cold glint flashed through the darkness.
The left sword in Uncle Drew's hand swept through the air.
Slash!
A deep wound opened across the man's chest.
